Quotes About Hopelessness

Look at us. One bleeding body, one corpse, and a husk who's been half dead for years. No one who took an objective look at this room could think it was anything but too late, Ruth. For all of us.

When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.

Death is not the worst thing; rather, when one who craves death cannot attain even that wish.

The problems of today's youth were no longer a Sunday supplement, or a news broadcast, or anything so remote and intangible. They were suddenly become a dirty, shivering boy, who told us that in this world we had built for him with our sweat and our blood, he was not only tired of living, but so unscared of dying that he did it daily, sometimes for recreation.

Life is a long agonised illness only curable by death

Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

it kind of seemed like we were in a constant state of suicide the whole time. It wasn't like, 'Gee, we're going to become successful and make a lot of money.

People have misconstrued the pessimism and anger in our songs," Mould protested. "We're really the opposite of all that; we're not callous, insensitive people. But we're frustrated by the fact that most people seem to end up that way—hopeless, defeated. We're afraid of ending up that way ourselves, and that fear comes out in our songs.

She'd never imagined it like this-when she thought of someone (a woman like herself)losing her mind, she'd imagined shrieks and wails, hallucinations; but at that moment it had seemed clear that there was another way, far quieter; a way that was numb and hopeless, flat, so much so that an emotion as strong as sorrow would have been a relief.

For years, for most of my recollected life, I'd walked carefully over a subterranean well of boredom and hopelessness that lay just beneath the thin outer layer of my imagination. If I'd stood still too long, if I'd given in to repose, I'd have fallen through. So I'd made things, gone to clubs and movies. I'd kept changing my hair.

Despair floods the minds of unemployed beeper manufacturers, Rolex watch salesmen, and society florists.

The end of their passion consists of loving uselessly at the moment when it is pointless.

Sally...can no longer think of love as a reality, or even as a possibility, however remote.

It would appear that love is dead. Or very likely in a bad way.

Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

Survivors who don't stand up for themselves often develop physical and emotional illnesses. Many become depressed because they feel so hopeless and helpless about being able to change their lives. They turn their anger inward and become prone to headaches, muscle tension, nervous conditions and insomnia.

Let us imagine a number of men in chains, and all condemned to death, where some are slaughtered each day in the sight of the others, and those who remain see their own fate in that of their fellows, and wait their turn, looking at each other sorrowfully and without hope. It is an image of the condition of men.

I think many people ill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't.

Emptiness and boredom: what an understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair, and depression.

Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.

Once you've posed that question, it won't go away. I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't. Anything I thought or did was immediately drawn into the debate. Made a stupid remark -- why not kill myself? Missed the bus -- better put an end to it all. Even the good got in there. I liked that movie -- maybe I shouldn't kill myself.

People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you.

I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.