Quotes About Hopelessness

Without him, [Nate] she was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into bottomless darkness...

Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams. A wall at the world's end. Behind it I await death. Because all our work has come to this.

Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams.

It made me feel unsalvageable, as though I had been born unlikable and had no hope for being any other way now.

Yet humanity could not conceive. It tried and tried, and called mighty wizards from every corner of its earthly kingdom, but no child came. Many mourned, and said that a child was a terrible idea to begin with, ...

Why…" Sophia raises her eyes to the ceiling, searching for a divinity that is not there, not for her. Her eyes fill up with hopelessness. She asks a question older than day and night. "Why doesn't He love me like He loves you?" Tears fall down her perfect face. "Why does He let you do this? Why won't He tell you to stop?

Het graf gaapt, de tijd zoemt en nergens is redding.

My thoughts are drowned, and shipwreck seems sweet to me in this sea.

The certain, lonely knowledge [120] that everything is vain but grief.

R?spunsul meu - singurul posibil la vremea aceea - la r?ut?cioasa nedreptate a sorÈ›ii È™i la t?cuta duÈ™m?nie a oamenilor, a fost convingerea în nesfârÈ™ita deÈ™ert?ciune a tuturor lucrurilor, în tic?loÈ™ia înn?scut? È™i în nefericirea de neînl?turat a speÈ›ei umane.

That was the treachery of suffering. It took you to the point from which you thought death must follow, then let you know it could hold you there indefinitely. That was when you stopped fearing death and started wanting it, praying for it, begging for it.

By the time I was 30, nobody would work with me. I was friendless, I was hopeless, I was suicidal, lost my family - I mean, it was bad. Bottomed out, didn't know what I was going to do. I actually thought I was going to be a chef - go to work in a kitchen someplace.

Gaming is the son of avarice and the father of despair.

When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.

I am a sick man - oh, not my body. It is my soul, my brain. I seem to have lost all values. I care for nothing. If you had been this way a few months ago, it would have been different. It is too late, now.

She flung wild glances, like those of an entrapped animal, up and down the big whitewashed room that panted with heat and that was thickly humid with the steam that sizzled from the damp cloth under the irons of the many ironers. From the girls and women near her

Earth . . . A dim place, ancient beyond knowledge . . . Ages of rain and wind have beaten and rounded the granite, and the sun is red and feeble . . . A million cities have lifted towers, have fallen to dust. In place of the old peoples a few thousand strange souls live. There is evil on Earth . . . Earth is dying . . .

It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion

Why should she want to live? We were doing nothing, we were going nowhere, we were nobody.

It was a gesture of great despair and I knew that she was giving herself, not to me, but to that lover who would never come.

And yet even this was not as real as my despairing sense that nothing was real for me, nothing would ever be real for me again--unless, indeed, this sensation of falling was reality.

The poor boy sounded as though he would have put his head in the gas oven. If he had had a gas oven.

This was the place, the place I would have come on my own wandering binge, come here and lodged like a marble in a crack, this place, a haven for California Okies and exiled Texans, a home for country folk lately dispossessed, their eyes so empty of hope that they reflect hot, windy plains, spare, almost Biblical sweeps of horizon broken only by the spines of an orphaned rocking chair, and beyond this, clouded with rage, the reflections of orange groves and ax handles.

I want to run or die or get fucked up. I want to be blind and dumb and have no heart. I want to crawl in a hole and never come out. I want to wipe my existence straight off the map. Straight off the fucking map.