Quotes About Hopelessness

What sorts of things do you google when your favorite person in the world is determined to leave it?

People here just can't wait to die, it seems. It's the main event. The only reason we're not all snuffed at birth is because that would reduce our suffering by a lifetime.

you feel like a steel door has been locked; you're banging, but they just can't hear you. And being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in.

I say good-by when I see you going in the doors, The hopeless open doors that call and wait And take you then for- how many cents a day? How many cents for the sleepy eyes and fingers? I say good-by because I know they tap your wrists, In the dark, in the silence, day by day, And all the blood of you drop by drop, And you are old before you are young.

Life on the streets is short. People look at you in disgust, even the ones who give you alms, but this is nothing compared to the revulsion you feel for yourself. It's like being trapped in a walking corpse, a corpse that's hungry, stinks, and refuses to die.

1I smiled bitterly, a defeated man pitifully begging a God in whom he had never trusted.

Nunca seria mio, le habia perdido antes de empezar

Every time I think we're on to something meaningful, it dissolves into nothing.

Frances wanted the whole world to die.

I didn't know what else to do. I don't have anywhere else to go, I can't go back. I'm trying to move forward all the time but I'm grasping at everything and can't catch on to anything.

If only they knew how his days were covered in darkness, as if someone had turned off the light switch in his mind; if only they knew how his waking up in the morning was the first disappoint of every day. He was tired, he had nothing left to give, no more ideas to try.

Ne cherchez plus mon cÅ"ur; des monstres l'ont mangé.

Lebenslängliche Theaterkerkerhaft ohne die geringste Begnadigungsmöglichkeit Und doch niemals aufgegeben Strafanstalt als Theater Zehntausende Insassen die alle keine Aussicht auf Begnadigung haben Nur die Todesstrafe ist ihnen allen sicher

I want to see him clearly again with the help of these notes, these scraps of memory, which are meant to clarify and recall to mind not only the hopeless situation of my friend but also my own hopelessness at the time, for just as Paul's life had once again run into an impasse, so mine too had run into an impasse, or rather been driven into one. I am bound to say that, like Paul, I had once more overstated and overrated my existence, that I had exploited it to excess.

Life is the purest, clearest, darkest, most crystalline form of hopelessness Ã¢â'¬Â¦ There is only one way to go, through the snow and ice into despair; past the adultery of reason.

To exist means nothing other than we despair . . .

What depressed you? Life.

Ojalá hubiera estado sola, como he estado durante el último año, sin esperanzas, ni temores, ni placer, ni dolor.

Pity Catherine Martin won't ever see the sun again. The sun's a mattress fire her God died in, Clarice.

Suicide was Bloom's mortal enemy.

It was the smile of Narcissus bending over the water mirror, the deep, enchanted, protracted smile with which he stretched out his arms to the reflection of his own beauty, an ever so slightly contorted smile—contorted by the hopelessness of his endeavor to kiss the lovely lips of his shadow—and coquettish, inquisitive and mildly pained, beguiled and beguiling.

Hans Castorp olhava em torno de si... Via coisas inquietantes, perniciosas, e sabia o que via diante de si: era a vida sem tempo, a vida sem cuidados nem esperanças, a vida como abjeção que se move à medida que estagna, a vida morta

To feel stirring within you the wonderful and melancholy play of strange forces and to be aware that those others you yearn for are blithely inaccessible to all that moves you?what a pain is this! And yet! He stood there aloof and alone, staring hopelessly at a drawn blind and making, in his distraction, as though he could look out. But yet he was happy. For he lived. His heart was full...

When she is not serving she sits on a stool with her face turned, always, to the window. Her dark-ringed eyes search among and follow after the people passing, but not as if she was looking for somebody. Perhaps, fifteen years ago, she was; but now the pose has become a habit. You can tell from her air of fatigue and hopelessness that she must have given them up for the last ten years, at least.…