Quotes About Hopelessness

This is the very thing that has driven people to suicide through the centuries. It is hopelessness made real, or to use Milton's famous phrase, it is "darkness visible,"15 a description that the author William Styron used as a title for his own poignant memoir on depression.

Great, lets round up all the useless cats and hope a tree falls on them - Jayfeather

Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.

There's nothing so bad that it can't grow worse. There's no limit to how bad things can be.

Nine men in ten are suicides.

On ne connaît pas la véritable souffrance tant qu'on n'en est pas arrivé à souhaiter mourrir.

Nine men in ten are would-be suicides.

Sex is the last refuge of the miserable.

I said 'It can't go on' and he said 'No, it can't.' Honestly, I don't think I could have mattered less to him by then. But by then, nothing mattered to him.

All hope abandon, ye who enter here!

I'm really hopeless with technology - I don't even have a computer.

I just really remember the feeling of being a younger comedian who was kind of an outlier for being experimental and weird and how that could feel lonely or hopeless.

There is not racial or ethnic domination of hopelessness. It's everywhere.

'Still Clean' discusses the hopelessness of waiting for someone who's abandoned you.

What I learned at home was despair and hopelessness. What I learned at the pictures was don't give up the ship, we have only begun to fight, it's always darkest before the dawn.

As a Scandinavian, I like hopelessness and the weird austerity in the hopelessness of things.

What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like blowing a seedy dandelion apart.

I guess I've been depressed for about twenty-four years.

this town is sometimes too much, so desperate and so in denial.

I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

That was what happened to a man in the end: the stuffy room, the wakeful children, the Saturday night movements from the other bed. Was there no escape--anywhere--for anyone? It was worth murdering a world.

I did know from experience that despair and humiliation haunt the poor.

To doubt is worse than to have lost; and to despair is but to antedate those miseries that must fall on us.

One-third of our people were dangerously ill, getting worse hourly, and we felt sure of meeting the same fate, with death as our only prospect, which in such a country was much worse yet.