Quotes About Hopelessness

Depression is like the worst disease you can get. It's devastating.

I'm just a negative person, a deeply negative person. I see the worst aspects of everything.

When I am not desperate, I am worthless.

White America is tortured by black America's failure to thrive, and all that guilt and anxiety has only gotten worse as a substantial quota of white America loses its own footing in the middle class and plunges into the rough country of joblessness, hopelessness, and government dependency.

Men so sick they are dying of death.

The bottom was always falling out of something in America far as I could see.

with ringworm, lice bites, and a million bugs. Men so sick they are dying

The world is dark, selfish, and cruel. If it finds the slightest ray of sunshine, it destroys it,

If you become so frightened of realities that are not your own, if you take upon yourselves tragedies that do not exist in your reality, in your moment, then you weaken your position and weaken the position, of those you think you are helping. You look about you and you see only hopelessness and helplessness. You organize your reality according to the tragedies of the newspapers!

Kugel was a firm believer that death was not always a bad thing - that life often reached such levels of crapitude that dying was preferable to living.

Fucked Up Set up Faced up Jacked up Sitting there in chokey 14 years old No lock on the door But no way out No joking No hoping No nothing Pinned Down.

I hated my life. Maybe it'd be easier if I could just die. [pp.119]

Sometimes the day begins with nothing to look forward to...

I deserved the shaking and the headaches and the fact that every single time I took a breath I felt a squeezing in my chest, my heart beating even though I wished it wasn't.

I'd like to say that this time I'd kill myself too..but I've never had that kind of courage.

What has been cut apart cannot be glued back together. Abandon all hope of totality, future as well as past, you who enter the world of fluid modernity.

She spread her hands over her face, but wearily this time. There were no tears left.

God, the light had gone out. He was in darkness.

She had lost all that was most precious in her life.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his aching head in his hands for a few moments. Deuce take it, I wish I were dead.

She was engulfed by mingled panic and indecision, and by a terrible depression. She would never see him again. He would come riding out of the stable in a moment and disappear down the driveway, and she would never see him again. Ever.

What was the point of waiting for a more pleasant post? There was no such thing as pleasure in life for her anymore.

A miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.

The cup of life was poisoned for ever; and although the sun shone upon me, as upon the happy and gay of heart, I saw around me nothing but a dense and frightful darkness, penetrated by no light but the glimmer of two eyes that glared upon me.