Quotes About Hopelessness

I crawled back into bed and pulled the sheet over my head. But even that didn't shut out the light, so 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.

Cuanto más incurable se vuelve, más lejos lo esconden a uno.

Një ëndërr e keqe. Për njeriun që gjendet brenda këmbanës së qelqtë, i zbrazët dhe i bllokuar si një foshnjë e vdekur, vetë bota është një ëndërr e keqe.

And I thought of how my mother and brother and friends would visit me, day after day, hoping I would be better. Then their visits would slacken off, and they would give up hope. They would grow old. They would forget me... The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.

There is no water, so things are bad. If there were water, it would be better. But there is no water.

Everything now had been taken from him, his striving after goodness, his hopes, his pride, even that human revenge upon fate--to destroy his own life-- for he was invulnerable. A terrible predicament he was in, to be utterly suicidal, and unable to perish.

Unrequited love, she was discovering, was much worse when one actually saw the object of one's desire.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.

The future holds no hope or meaning to me. I know that by killing myself other people will suffer, but why go through this interminable hell? What's the point of being here if you feel unloved and abandoned by those you used to trust and count on? What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

Tus fracasos y tus culpas. Se quedan contigo. Se aglomeran y afean, crecen cancerosos dentro de ti y te dan ganas de morir.

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuos stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.

We forgot about Buddha. We forgot about God. We developed a coldness inside us that still has not thawed. I fear my soul has died. We stopped writing home to our mothers. We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.?

Parecía especializarse en causas perdidas. Perderlas primero y después largarse atrás como un loco.

Mi diagnóstico es sencillo, sé que no tengo remedio.

Sí, cenizas de la nada, le contesté yo. - Ni cenizas siquiera dijo el hombre. Ya ni los sueños quedan...

What is left when there is no love? A rope and rock.

You didn't talk about yourself, because you weren't really anybody, or your hopes, since you had none.

We live in a miserable world, where the best we can honestly hope for is that one empty, meaningless day will follow another without things getting actively worse.

This can't be life.

The money came in bundles tied with elastic bands, in exchange for the promise of a lorry ride across the border. In many cases, people were dumped off before they even reached the border, and so they were back to square one, back in Turkey, back in Ali's Café, but this time without money. It was groundhog day, a Sisyphean sentence – to endlessly go up and down the airless corridor that never changed, though everything else changed. And never to arrive.

I didn't really want to live, so anything that was an investment in time made me angry... but also I just felt sad. When the hopelessness is hurting you, it's the fixtures and fittings that finish you off.