Quotes About Hopelessness

In the Greek myth, Sisyphus, with great effort, rolls a large rock up a mountain. At the top, the rock, of its own inertia, rolls back down again. Doomed to roll the rock up the mountain over and over again to no avail—this is what life often feels like to those in extreme despair.

Lo, great and small say, 'I wish i were dead' Little children say, "He should not have made me live!" Lo, children of nobles are dashed against wails, Infants are put out on high ground.

Filip ima potrebu da oslijepi da ogluši da se pretvori sav u gluhonijemu zrakopraznu tminu a ovdje je tako mra?no tako zagušljivo tako sitno kao u kakvoj kutiji sve je zalijepljeno tim kretenskim slikama tim hengelampama tako nisko da bi ?ovjek mogao glavom da probije krov tu nema zraka tu se ne može disati tu samo ?ovjeku srce bije u laktovima pa to je sve nesnosno hermeti?ki zalijepljeno

You think when you get to go where you want to go, finally you be happy, but then when you get to where you want to go, you are actually even more miserable because you have nothing left to aspire to, and you feel this hopelessness, like what's left to aspire towards?

There are moment in life when one ceases to live and merely exists, when physical misery or discomfort become so great that they exclude all other sensations. One goes on, automatically, a body without a mind, like a tadpole, with no thought of the past or hope for the future. The present is eternity and fabricated of despair.

I've experienced waves of hopelessness and despair, alternating with determination and enthusiasm for living.

Suddenly I want him to stick one of the syringes into me so I can go into a deep sleep and never wake up and never feel this bad ever again.

That feeling of hopelessness only serves your masters.

This is the dark. Lights strung up all the way. Depression; and driven deeper in, by hunger, pistols, and despair, they took the tunnel.

He's crying a little now, from the shock and the shame and the fear and the humiliation and the pain. Tunde recognizes those feelings; he's known them since the first day Enuma touched him. He has written in the scribbled notes for his book: "At first we did not speak our hurt because it was not manly. Now we do not speak it because we are afraid and ashamed and alone without hope, each of us alone. It is hard to know when the first became the second.

At first we did not speak our hurt because it was not manly. Now we do not speak it because we are afraid and ashamed and alone without hope, each of us alone. It is hard to know when the first became the second.

Al principio no expresábamos nuestro dolor porque no era viril. Ahora no hablamos de ello porque nos da miedo, sentimos vergüenza y estamos solos sin esperanza, cada uno de nosotros solo.

The third prescription had even less effect in lifting my depression than the first two and had done nothing but increase my anger and feeling of hopelessness.

The message was: disorder always won in the end. The idea that man could order the world to his own design was the most pitiful fairy tale ever told.

There's people in hell who want ice water.

Anna's illusion of control had been smashed years before with the sudden, meaningless death of her husband. In the years since, she'd made an effort not to give in to the need to put the pieces back together, but to see and know and accept with some degree of grace that life is meaningless. There is no Grand Plan. Everything doesn't happen for the best. One can knock till one's knuckles are bloody and the door may not be opened.

My life is a Stephen King novel," she whispered. "Everything gets worse. And worse. And worse. When it finally can't get any worse, everybody dies.

Prison would kill him. Not neatly or cleanly or quickly, It would kill him with ten thousand days of gray, each taking a bite of his sanity until all that remained was huddled terror with the body of a man wrapped around it.

the overwhelming sheer aloneness that hangs in the air in rural Ireland is a potent force. It is at once the greatest positive and negative thing about the countryside. For with it comes not only the peacefulness of life here, the undeniable sense of the spiritual, but also the consequent darker aspects of hopelessness and madness.

It's like there are seven candles lit in my stomach. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Seven candles burning and smoking - lit - seven flames of doubt, fear, sorrow, pain, waste, hopelessness, despair. They turn my insides black with soot and ash. There is something at the back of my eyes - a pressure building, building, building - hot like the flames of seven candles, which no amount of breath can extinguish.

It's like there are seven candles lit in my stomach. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Seven candles burning and smoking - lit - seven flames of doubt, fear, sorrow, pain, waste, hopelessness, despair. They turn my insides black with soot and ash.

Nothing about me ever seemed good enough. And there was this sadness inside me - this hopelessness. Focusing on my physical appearance was at least easier than trying to address the internal shit. I could control the external - at least, to a point. I could buy different clothes, or cut my hair, or whatever. The pit opening up inside me was too frightening to even look at.

The situation worsened when they arrived at Cadiz, because there was nothing for them there.

In strict Muslim countries such as Afghanistan, many young men have little hope of ever finding a partner. Typically in such nations, there are at least 3 percent more males than females, partly because females don't receive the same medical care as males. Also, polygamy means that the wealthiest men take two or three wives, leaving even fewer women available for the poor. The inability of a young man to settle down in a family may increase the likelihood of his drifting toward violence.