Quotes About Hopelessness

I feel like I'm going to be single forever, most people never have good intentions...

At some point you give up because you are tired of being disappointed.

I don't put my faith or trust in anyone no more. After awhile you get tired of being disappointed constantly.

I'm tired of always being let down. Such a disappointment...

I hate being not good enough. Nothing I do is right. I'm so fu..ing over it. I want to get out of here.

An increasingly large part of me believed that this was it, this was my life and it wasn't going to get better. The problem was me.

At the gates, prickly rolls of barbed wire sagged with middle-aged disappointment.

I no longer own my own mind. I don't even own my thoughts. After all I've done, finally there is nothing left. I am a man with no future.

The sadness will last forever.

Men of my age live in a state of continual desperation.

In many ways the Reformation was born out of the sense of the hopelessness and spiritual powerlessness of sinners.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Suffering does not only insulate. It drops its victim in an ocean desert where he sees men as distant ships passing. I not only feel alone, but very far away from you all.

There are no sides in suicide.

I just never really thought there could be something worse than death.

Homeless, wifeless, mistressless, penniless . . . jump in the cold river and drown.

I feel no peace, I feel nothing. I think I will feel nothing forever.

Insane, he says simply. Hopeless. The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son his a devil and should not.

The sea of grief has no shores, no bottom; no one can sound its depths.

This is hell. Today, in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen.

in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen. What

Today the only thing left of the life of those days is what one needs to suffer hunger and cold; I am not even alive enough to know how to kill myself.

This is hell. Today, in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen. What can one think about? One cannot think any more, it is like being already dead. Someone sits down on the ground. The time passes drop by drop.