Quotes About Despair

Becketts work is an embarrassment to the Void.

Goals incapable of attainment have driven many a man to despair, but despair is easier to get to than that -- one need merely look out of the window, for example.

Probably nobody ever jogs toward the room where they will write their suicide note

huddled together at the left end of the bar, as silent and miserable as kittens in a sack with the bridge getting close.

May knew John had a very bad tendency, when things got unusually difficult, to sink with an almost sensuous pleasure into a warm bath of despair. Once you've handed the reins over to despair, to mix a metaphor just a teeny bit, your job is done. You don't have to sweat it any more, you've taken yourself out of the game. Despair is the bench, and you are warming it.

I drank whiskey because I was depressed, and whiskey made sure I stayed depressed.

With God life is an endless hope. Without God, life is a hopeless end.

My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?

I have fallen into an abyss. I live in a world so curious, so strange. Of the dream that was my life, this is my nightmare.

Worshiping God even amid despair is a way to defy the Adversary and declare our valuing of the good-the best-in life: the Lord!

What makes life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death.

I had a dream my life would be different from this hell I am living, so different from what it seemed. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

The crushing, pitiful, and frequently just plain risible pathos of an unsuccessful actor/performer's life is well charted.

Life, alas, is very drear. Up with the glass! Down with the beer!

I'm doing this for the kid who truly leads a 'thug life' and thinks it's HOPELESS.

Losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen. The worst thing is to lose your reason for living.

Life is only a long and bitter suicide, and faith alone can transform this suicide into a sacrifice.

We can regard our life as a uselessly disturbing episode in the blissful repose of nothingness.

Hate is a product of the unfulfilled life.

Life has become unbearable ... Forgive me.

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.

Life is a hideous thing.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

An 'unemployed' existence is a worse negation of life than death itself.