Quotes About Hopelessness

But the world was too ugly, and no one decided to rise up out of the grave.

She was floating in the midst of a black sea, in the darkest of nights, with no hope or care to see light again. She was a mere wave away from drowning in blackness.

I am too miserable, too low-spirited, too sick of the world and all in it, including life itself, and I would not care if I heard this moment the flapping of the wings of the angel of death.

Maybe it's in that wind out over the sea that's bringin' with it loss and wreck, and sore distress, and sad hearts.

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?

My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.

Confusion and hopelessness don't necessarily cause a person to act.

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way I could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?

I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is saved, nothing is redeemed.

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way I could be disappointed, since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to.

My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this—and I have, countless times, in just about every act I've committed—and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way I could be disappointed since I no longer found anything worth looking forward to?

There's no light, no up or down, no possibility of movement, no anything. There's nothing, forever, with no way out. I felt such terror.

The gears of poverty, ignorance, hopelessness, and low self-esteem mesh to create a kind of perpetual failure machine that grinds down dreams from generation to generation. We all bear the cost of keeping it running. Illiteracy is its linchpin.

Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room.

she dreamed of nothing, for she hoped for nothing and expected nothing. It was as cold and dark inside her as out in the frosty night.

when he [the neurotic] becomes aware of his despair he usually cannot account for it. He will be likely to ascribe it to various external factors, ranging from his job or his marriage to the political situation. But it is not due to any concrete or temporary circumstance. He feels hopeless about ever making anything of his life, ever being happy or free. He feels forever excluded from all that could make his life meaningful.

Just die. It'll end everyone's misery, including your own.

So they just give up because they feel there is no way out of their situation. Their mind often drives them and gives them inappropriate messages until they are successful at ending their life.

What is madness...to go on platonically loving a woman who will never love you.

The path ahead is wide open and you feel a sense of emptiness; in the moment, you realize your heart is empty and the one who can make it overflow with joy, never will.

Timothy supposed this was what you got when you crossed youthful idealism with anger and a sense of futility. And weed.

I had a feeling of hopelessness, grief, and a sense of emptiness, and even if I knew the body to be dead I felt that the personality was still within, aware and listening to me.

They burst into cries, wailing, streaming live tears that gained us nothing —what good can come of grief?