Quotes About Hopelessness

To lose a child ... was something that could end one's world. One could never get back to how it was before. The stars went out. The moon disappeared. The birds became silent.

How hard it is to now believe that these strong, merciless chains of fear and hopelessness, rendering the limbs of my mind motionless, were once innocuous mere threads." -Mehul.M

Even at the end he couldn't be anything but bad. There would be no rehabilitation for him, no redemption. Some people are just bad forever.

I'm not there, she thought. I'm not there. I'm nowhere. She felt the world go dark with sudden exclusion and she was beating her wings against the door of the dark but no one opened the door; indeed, no one heard.

I will not go on, I thought. I won't. I will throw my soul to the wind and blow into a thousand pieces. I will wash up on a shore somewhere like bleached and broken driftwood. I will dry out in the sun until I-and any gift I ever had-shrivel into the sand.

Faith even the size of a mustard seed can move mountains, but many of us prefer the less spectacular but safer results that come from operating in our own strength.... Do we really believe that our prayers to an invisible God can and will change the hard hearts of tyrants, break down oppressive social and religious systems, and deliver fullness of life to those who suffer in abject hopelessness. F.B. Meyer wrote, 'You do not test the resources of God until you attempt the impossible.

Man, I hate to get depressing on you, but I don't have a game. I'm so alone, so depressed, so dark, no.

What's the use—when you will go back?" he broke out, a great hopeless How on earth can I keep you? crying out to her beneath his words.

The inexorable facts closed in on him like prison-warders handcuffing a convict. There was no way out—none. He was a prisoner for life, and now his one ray of light was to be extinguished.

It was all terrible and tiring and meaningless.

He there experienced that the most absolute power is a weak defence against the effects of despair.

He is smitten on the brain, -he reads and writes verses! I caught him in the act! Fools might say he was inspired; but I know it is the first and worst symptom of lunacy. All other maniacs have lucid intervals; some are curable; but the madness of poets, dogs, and musicians, is past hope. Earth possesses no remedy, science no cure.

Some hopeless people who anticipate only death cite Scripture that says "I desire to depart and be with Christ" (Phil. 1:23). But Christ is not what hopeless people really want. The God-talk is misleading. The goal of hopelessness is to end the suffering, and if God happens to be there when it happens, fine. But God's presence is not essential.

Thus, too, they came to know the incorrigible sorrow of all prisoners and exiles, which is to live in company with a memory that serves no purpose.

te remuerden los días te culpan las noches te duele la vida tanto tanto desesperada, ¿adónde vas? desesperada ¡nada más!

Fiesta de la autodestrucción —imposible, imposible cualquier cosa, todo imposible, imposible el amor, todo imposible,

Querer ganar en el juego sin ninguna carta en la mano, ni buena ni mala. Sin ánimos, tampoco, de ser espectadora. Sin ánimos, ni siquiera eso, de confesarme que me hastían el juego, las cartas, los jugadores y los espectadores.

como sólo puedo amar yo: con una desesperación sin límites, sin esperanza, suicidamente, dementemente, estérilmente. como quien sueña que tiene hambre y se despierta y llora de sed como quien sueña que tiene sed y se despierta y llora de hambre.

Terribles rincones vacíos del cuarto! Cada uno se llena con la deseada presencia del ser amado. Rincones desnudos. Los dedos se retuercen en el aire tratando amorosamente de hallar Esos brazos, Esos ojos, Esa boca…Y ninguna magia activa su renombre. Todo es en vano. Nuevos deseos. Nuevas frustraciones. El nombre expirado por los labios no resucita en ningún rincón. ¡No! ¡Dios mío! ¡No!

People here snarl and frown a lot, he wrote; he had seen neither a smile nor the sun in months. What is life without beauty, love, and justice?

Then what is there for you? What is there for you if he does not love you?" Nothing.

Adults . . . they're like this messy tangle of anger and phobias and sadness . . . hopelessness.

below the hopelessness is faith, under the sorrow is joy, and beneath the spastic pelvic floor is the genital apparatus and the way to freedom.

People don't believe in positive changes anymore.