Quotes About Hopelessness

My girl, there are three kinds of people in the world: the outstanding, the mediocre, and the truly hopeless.

My days are as long as despair can make them.

If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?

When people are suicidal, their thinking is paralyzed, their options appear spare or nonexistent, their mood is despairing, and hopelessness permeates their entire mental domain. The future cannot be separated from the present, and the present is painful beyond solace. 'This is my last experiment,' wrote a young chemist in his suicide note. 'If there is any eternal torment worse than mine I'll have to be shown.

Things are always darkest just before they go pitch black.

You see, there's some blues for folks ain't never had a thing, and that's a sad blues ... but the saddest kind of blues is for them that's had everything they ever wanted and has lost it, and knows it won't come back no more. Ain't no sufferin' in this world worse than that; and that's the blue we call 'I Had It But It's All Gone Now.

Jeff just didn't much give a shit after that. He'd done all he could, achieved everything a man could ever hope to—materially, romantically, paternally—and still it came to nothing, still he was left alone and powerless, with empty hands and heart. Back to the beginning; yet why begin at all, if his best efforts would inevitably prove futil

All in all, a boy with more than the average share of problems, probably destined to end up no different than his father, or in jail, or in some other kind of trouble. The first time a cop crossed him, or a bookie demanded his money, or he was bounced from a job, would be the beginning of the end. There were kids like him in gutters and jail cells all around the country.

I sipped my own, knowing again that everything in the world was ashes. Cold, and spent, and not quite worth the effort.

I'll change my state with any wretch, Thou canst from jail or dunghill fetch; My pain's past cure, another hell, I may not in this torment dwell!

Ennui has made more gamblers than avarice, more drunkards than thirst, and perhaps as many suicides as despair.

Tem coisa mais autodestrutiva do que insistir sem fé nenhuma?

The kind of cold that comes when the heart gives up on itself and abandons hope, a cold no fire on on earth could ever warm.

He had lost almost everything, and nothing was as dangerous as a person who had nothing more to lose.

Le mal du pays lui perçait la poitrine et les remords lacéraient tout espoir d'une vie meilleure. Il était naufragé.

Nada tiene arreglo: evidencia que hay que llevar con asco y resignación.

Never mind,' says the old woman. 'It won't hurt for long. You'll go crazy, or they'll hang you. Easy as that, really.

He talks about despair, how it drives in silence.

He talks about despair, how it thrives in silence.

When people are trapped in this downward spiral for years, especially those who are downstream of Development, they often feel stuck in a system that pre-ordains failure and leaves them powerless to change the outcomes. This powerlessness is often followed by burnout, with the associated feelings of fatigue, cynicism, and even hopelessness and despair.

I hated the garb, I hated the surroundings—the big hospital at the back, and that reek of cruelty, drunkenness, and filth, the cattle-market—where every other building was either a slaughter-house, a gin-palace, or a pawnbroker's shop, more than all I hated the gloomy jail opposite, where they sometimes hanged a man in public on a Monday morning.

There is no hopelessness so sad as that of early youth, when the soul is made up of wants, and has no long memories, no superadded life in the life of others.

Then a dark shape would glide across the star-covered sky, everyone would look up and the laughter would stop. It wasn't exactly what you'd call fear, rather a strange sadness--a sadness that had nothing human about it any more, for it lacked both courage and hope. This was how animals waited to die. It was the way fish caught in a net watch the shadow of the fisherman moving back and forth above them.

She felt intense disappointment, even a kind of guilt, as if she had missed something, perhaps forever. He had been there, she could have spoken to him. Could she call out now, cry his name? It was impossible.