Quotes About Hopelessness

I was tired and crazy and rushed, and every time I boarded a plane, I wanted the plane to crash. I envied people dying of cancer. I hated my life. I was tired and bored with my job and my furniture, and I couldn't see any way to change things. Only end them.

It's nice to see something more pathetic than I feel right now.

Because I can't hit bottom, I can't be saved.

Committing suicide just seemed to be another aggressive plan to fix her life.

In all probability the Human Genome Project will, someday, find that I carry some recessive gene for optimism, because despite all my best efforts I still can't scrape together even a couple days of hopelessness. Future scientists will call it the Pollyanna Syndrome, and if forced to guess, I'd say that mine has been a way-long case history of chasing rainbows.

This isn't such a beau­ti­ful world that he has to stay in it and suf­fer. This isn't much of a world at all.

This isn't anywhere I haven't been before. I've given up. In words muffled with exhaustion I whisper a prayer for my heart to stop.

Liberdade é perder toda a esperança... Você olha para uma estrela e desaparece dentro dela.

Suicide Is the Ultimate Act of Consumption.

Every direction I could see to go was just a different nightmare.

Chorar é só o que dá para fazer nesta escuridão asfixiante (...) quando você percebe que tudo o que já fez não passa de lixo.

y estamos sin control ni salvación ni dirección ni escapatoria, y estamos muertos.

Esto era la libertad. La libertad consistía en perder toda esperanza.

One of those towns where the country had moved on but this place stayed behind, as if it had found grim comfort in the fact it would never grow up, would never get better, and it was what it was from here until it was gone.

Hopelessness is reasonable. But nothing of worth in my life came of reason. Not my love, not my art, not my heaven. So I am hopeful

Gli parve che l'unica soluzione potesse essere la follia, nessuna speranza se non la perdita della speranza.

He spent three months in a wash of depression and self-pity that bordered the suicidal. But even that solution was denied him by his new found nihilism. If nothing was worth living for it followed , didn't it , that there was nothing worth dying for either.

The world is mean from the start and gets meaner every day. It uses you up until you only dream of death. Mabel

That they ride in a box on a rope in a pit. That they are in the void.

I have nothing to expect from life any more." What sort of answer can one give to that?

In a last violent protest against the hopelessness of imminent death, I sensed my spirit piercing through the enveloping gloom. I felt it transcend that hopeless, meaningless world, and from somewhere I heard a victorious "Yes" in answer to my question of the existence of an ultimate purpose.

One of the prisoners, who on his arrival marched with a long column of new inmates from the station to the camp, told me later that he had felt as though he were marching at his own funeral. His life had seemed to him absolutely without future. He regarded it as over and done, as if he had already died.

Una salus victis, nullam sperare salutem!

Despite our tiffs, despite her nastiness, despite all the fuss and faces she made, and the vulgarity, and the danger, and the horrible hopelessness of it all, I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise - a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames - but still a paradise.