Quotes About Hopelessness

For a loser, Vegas is the meanest town on earth.

We've built a world too complicated and dangerous for our quarrelsome natures to manage. In such hopelessness, the general vote will be for the supernatural. It's dusk in the second Age of Reason. We were wonderful, but now we are doomed.

It was the kind of place you went when your earthly troubles became too much for you and you were looking for a creative way to commit suicide.

I don't know about you, but there is nothing that's scarier than young people who have no future. If you take away someone's future, they have nothing to lose.

A cynical young person is almost the saddest sight to see, because it means that he or she has gone from knowing nothing to believing nothing.

Since our society equates happiness with youth, we often assume that sorrow, quiet desperation, and hopelessness go hand in hand with getting older. They don't. Emotional pain or numbness are symptoms of living the wrong life, not a long life.

Americans are nervous; Americans are restless; and what troubles me the most is that Americans are uncharacteristically pessimistic.

When you're in pain, tomorrow doesn't exist - just the pain - and the only thing that you want in the world is for it to go away.

I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.

Behind me there are already so many memories (...) Lots of memories, but no point in remembering them, and ahead of me a long, long road with nothing to aim for ... I just don't want to go along it.

There's people in hell who want ice water.

For himself, Rallick, such gifts had long since been lost, and he was not the kind of man to stir the ashes. No embers survived, no flame could be born anew. Life belonged to other people, and his only claim to it was his power to take it from them. Nor would he recognise hope if it came to him. Too much a stranger, too long a ghost.

Raised high, the sword groaned awake, chains of smoke writhing from the blade. A terrible sound as of wheels creaking filled the air and behind it arose a chorus of moaning filled with hopelessness.

I'm drinking away the exam results that don't take me anywhere.

Her body begs to be taken away and put into a warm bed with the sheets pulled high, even though nothing can help now.

It's deeply disturbing to think about how many people in the world are dying inside, screaming for someone, anyone, to care, reaching out again and again, sometimes to the hand that slaps them, because, all too often, without that hand they have nothing at all.

The dead don't come back. Not to this world. This world is too cruel for anyone to want to come back.

Lord, I'm so low down, baby, I declare I'm looking up at down. The men in the mine, baby, They all looking down at me.

There's a kind of despair about whether art can really do anything, but you have to incorporate that despair into the way you work. I try to soak my work in my sense of futility and fury.

Being homeless is like living in a post-apocalyptic world. You're on the outskirts of society.

I don't recognize my people anymore. I feel Somalia is lost. There is no Somalia. It is just a name.

There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel.

Depression is evil. Before you know it, it takes over and there's no escaping it.

Revive your inner spirit! Break free from all things weighing you down, grab hold of your strong rope and lift yourself out of hopelessness!