Quotes About Hopelessness

He thanked her and left the house in the mood of a shipwrecked man who has allowed the rescue ship to pass him by.

Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.

Where in this pukehole can a man get a drink? he said

Do you understand, sir, do you understand what it means when you have absolutely nowhere to turn?" Marmeladov's question came suddenly into his mind "for every man must have somewhere to turn.

A man may take to drink because he feels himself to be a failure, but then fail all the more completely because he drinks.

Poverty is such a relative thing; but no man is really poor till life becomes a desert island that gives him neither food nor shelter nor hope.

Nothing is unimportant to a man plunged in despair. He is as credulous as a criminal sentenced to death who listens to a lunatic raving to him about how he can escape through the keyhole.

I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.

Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night.

Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.

I woke up every morning hoping to die and then spent the rest of the day wondering if maybe I was already dead because I couldn't even tell the difference.

When a boy feels as if no one cares about him, or as if he will never amount to anything, he truly believes it doesn't matter what he does.

The characteristic political attitude of today is not one of positive belief, but of despair.

Depression—feelings of being down, flat, dead; feelings of hopelessness; being tired all the time. Like sadness and anger, depression is hard to be around. You can't make it go away, however. People need to go through it, not around it.

Instantly, the black water enfolded him, cooled him to his heart, and declared, "There is no hope; there never was." The saints was absolute, and full of the silence of a trapped scream.

Instantly, the black water enfolded him, cooled him to his heart, and declared, "There is no hope; there never was." The darkness was absolute, and full of the silence of a trapped scream.

Man disavows, and Deity disowns me; Hell might afford my miseries a shelter; Therefore Hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all Bolted against me. Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers, Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors, I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentence Worse than Abiram's. Him the vindictive rod of angry Justice Sent quick and howling to the centre headlong; I, fed with judgement, in a fleshy tomb, am Buried above ground.

There I sat, in the wreckage of my apartment, in the wreckage of my life – no love, no prospects, a gnawing sense of existential futility along with the certainty that a better life was being lived by everyone else

Just then things weren't going so well in my life. My business was precariously perched on the brink of bankruptcy, my anemic love life was the stuff of a Sartre treatise – Being with Nothingness – my car could use a tune-up, my apartment could use a scrubbing, my body could use some exercise, though who would give it that was a mystery to me. I was too young to feel old, and yet there it was, the despair of middle age, hanging around my neck like a noose.

putting your faith in Milligan is just a fancy term for despair.

About the only thing we can imagine is catastrophe.

It had never been that addicts don't care whether they lived or died, it was that the feeling you were chasing rested right against the brink and sometimes you just fell over.

We must first peer into the darkness, feel strangled and entombed in the hopelessness of living without God, before we are ready to feel the presence of His living light.

God damn! Drug dealers dealin' to the kiddies, Livin' in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty. We try to cry, but still they all die, I try to speak to the youth, and the truth is: they all high.