Quotes About Hopelessness

I used to sit and cry and hold a loaded gun up to my head but I chose a slower way of being dead

There is nothing more dangerous than a desperate man who has nothing to loose.

It makes me so desperately sad to witness just how unforgivably wretched our world has become.

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What is it in our world that breeds such howling despair?

These days, one of them told me one freezing slow-as-Sunday night, we're all just feeding off the stored fat of a dream gone bad.

A drought is a tearless time of grief.

I have at times tried to imagine the despair which leads to suicide, attempted to conjure up the slew and slop of darkness in which only death appears as a pinprick of light: in other words, the exact opposite of the normal condition of life.

have at times tried to imagine the despair which leads to suicide, attempted to conjure up the slew and slop of darkness in which only death appears as a pinprick of light:

That next week was one of the loneliest of my life. There seemed nothing left to look forward to.

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

colin was certain he would feel better once he had gotten some sleep. At one o-clock in the morning he was wishing he could close his eyes and die. By 3 oclock, he thought he had. Colin sprawled out on the bed, face down, with his arms spread wide. Oh yes, death would have been a treat.

I do not view suicide as wicked, just terribly sad. There is only one death, but it is like a stone cast into a pond - the ripples stretch far. Such an act must leave a burden of sorrow, guilt, shame and confusion on an entire family. A natural death, such as my father suffered, is hard enough to deal with. A decision to end one's life must be still more devastating for those left behind. I cannot imagine the degree of hopelessness someone must feel to contemplate such an act.

The day before you died was the longest, slowest day ever. It gave you more time than you could possibly want to contemplate all the things you'd got wrong, the chances you'd missed, the errors you'd made. It was long enough to convince the most hopeful person that there was no point in anything.

He fell into the empty seat at the back of the bus, half-wishing the lightning zigzagging out of the sky would come through the window and hit him right in the head.

I am now a man of despair, rejected, abandoned, shut up in this iron cage from which there is no escape.

I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were felt by the whole human race, there would not be one cheerful face left on earth.

Perhaps a man may commit suicide in self-defense.

We are turning our prisons into living tombs, inhabited by doomed men living in everlasting blank despair.

Once a week, I am a very desperate man.

What use would wings be to a man bound in iron fetters? They would only drive him to even greater despair.

This absurd, godless world is, then, peopled with men who think clearly and have ceased to hope. And I have not yet spoken of the most absurd character, who is the creator.

Hopelessness sets in, when a man is bound up in his shame -- living small, within that closed horizon of fantasy and self-absorption.

I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself.