Quotes About Hopelessness

No life anywhere, no life in this town or this place or in this weary existence

There was so much sadness in everything, even when things worked. Then

and gamblers are dry and empty souls, their hearts have been sucked dry, there's no music in their walk, they are colorless and condemned.

The earth. Smog, murder, the poisoned air, the poisoned water, the poisoned food, the hatred, the hopelessness, everything. The only beautiful thing about the earth is the animals and now they are being killed off, soon they will be gone except for pet rats and race horses. It's so sad, no wonder you drink so much.

So where do you go? Back to the bottle And back to a tiny room somewhere. And wait. And wait, and wait. That's all.

Žem?. Smogas, žmogžudyst?s, užnuodytas oras, užnuodytas maistas, neapykanta, beviltiškumas, viskas. Vienintelis nuostabus dalykas Žem?je - gyv?nai, ta?iau ir juos naikina, tuoj nebeliks n? vieno išskyrus prijaukintas žiurkes ir hipodromo žirgus.

Barney, when a man gets old enough, trapped enough, hungry enough, weary enough — he'll suck dick, tit, eat shit to stay alive; either that or suicide. the human race ain't got it, man. it's a bad crowd.

I walked around the library looking for books. I pulled them off the shelves, one by one. But they were all tricks. They were very dull. There were pages and pages of words that didn't say anything. Or if they did say something they took too long to say it and by the time they said it you already were too tired to have it matter at all. I tried book after book. Surely, out of all those books, there was one.

I don't want to save the World, I don't even want to save me. We're so boring that we don't event want to save ourselves…There's nothing left to say, we're so fucking boring. Let it die I say. Let there be a new beginning…It's awful. Goodnight!

Si hubiera nacido mujer seguro que hubiera sido una prostituta. Como había nacido hombre, anhelaba constantemente mujeres, cuanto más guarras mejor. Y sin embargo las mujeres, las buenas mujeres, me daban miedo porque a veces querían tu alma, y lo poco que quedaba de la mía, quería conservarlo para mí. Básicamente deseaba prostitutas, porque eran duras, sin esperanzas, y no pedían nada personal. Nada se perdía cuando ellas se iban.

sometimes there is a dark cloud that never passes. It stays forever!" "Well, that's death.

The consequences were horrific; Ireland was transformed into a post-apocalyptic landscape. Destitute men lined the roads in their rags, sleeping in crude shelters dug into roadside ditches. People ate dogs, rats, and tree bark. Reports of cannibalism were frequent and perhaps accurate. Entire families died in their homes and were eaten by feral pets.

But otherwise it's darkness, darkness, as far as the eye can see.

because there's something joyless and deadening in the air, as if what this room really holds is the decaying miscarried fetus of the human future. Anyone who lingers here will sicken and die, just as if they were stranded in the pyramid on a dead world where once the photo-reconnaissance Concordes flew.

every day was bad news and worse than the one before it, and that was all you could expect from life.

I've seen schizophrenics who are so hopeless, you couldn't cheer them, and their lives are miserable and they end up as suicides. That's not right.

When you are in depression, almost magically, nothing motivates you.

Then you pray the prayer that is the essence of every ritual: God, I have no hope. I am torn to shreds. You are my first and my last and only refuge. Don't do daily prayers like a bird pecking, moving its head up and down. Prayer is an egg. Hatch out the total helplessness inside. —RUMI

despair is ultimately destructive to oneself and a burden to others; and that if one persists in it, the gods will sooner or later lose patience and give one something to really despair about.

the hopelessness that comes from knowing too little and feeling too much (so brittle, so dry he is in danger of the reverse: feeling nothing and knowing everything)

They seemed to have taken all of their smoothly cultivated ignorance, their exquisitely learned self-hatred, their elaborately designed hopelessness and sucked it all up into a fiery cone of scorn that had burned for ages in the hollows of their minds? cooled ?and spilled over lips of outrage, consuming whatever was in its path.

His business was dread. People came to him in dread, whispered in dread, wept and pleaded in dread. And dread was what he counseled.

They seemed to have taken all of their smoothly cultivated ignorance, their exquisitely learned self-hatred, their elaborately designed hopelessness and sucked it all up into a fiery cone of scorn that had burned for ages in the hollows of their minds—cooled—and spilled over lips of outrage, consuming whatever was in its path. They danced a macabre ballet around the victim, whom, for their own sake, they were prepared to sacrifice to the flaming pit. Black

There's no paradise for you to escape to."-Guts,Lost Children Arc