Quotes About Despair

I am tired of always dying with a broken heart.

Corbin wanted, quite simply, to die. He had wished for death many times over his long lifespan, but never as fervently as he did while Beth Adams rattled off breastfeeding statistics, her baby sucking industriously, mouth fully around the entire areola, as Sam was quick to point out, finger outlining the area in question. Corbin was speechless. -Corbin at Baby Boot Camp

He has no doubts, there is nothing you can say to sway him, to give him hope or trust. He is a miserable animal whose body decays, who will die, who will pass into dust and oblivion, disappear forever not only in this world but in all the possible dimensions of the universe, whose life serves no conceivable purpose, who may as well not have been born, and so on and so forth.

As Kierkegaard sums it up "The loss of possibility signifies either that everything has become necessary to man or that everything has become trivial. Actually, in the extreme of depressive psychosis, we seem to see the merger of these two. Everything becomes necessary and trivial at the same time, which leads to complete despair.

has lost the only audience for whom the plot in which he was performing was valid. He is left in the hopeless despair of the actor who knows only one set of lines and loses the one audience who wants to hear it

If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

It's silly not to hope. It's a sin he thought.

My heart's broken,' he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.

Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.

It is never hopeless. But sometimes I cannot hope. I try always to hope but sometimes I cannot.

Now Catherine would die. That was what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. You never had time to learn. They threw you in and told you the rules and the first time they caught you off base they killed you. Or they killed you gratuitously like Aymo. Or gave you the syphilis like Rinaldi. But they killed you in the end. You could count on that. Stay around and they would kill you.

What happens to people that love each other? - I suppose they have whatever they have, and they are more fortunate than others. Then one of them gets the emptiness forever.

The two waiters inside the cafe knew that theo ld man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him. Last week he tried to commit suicide, one waiter said. Why? He was in despair. What about? Nothing. How do you know it was nothing. He has plenty of money.

What did he fear? It was not fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was nothing too.

There is a hollow empty feeling that a man can have when he is waked too early in the morning that is almost like the feeling of disaster and he had this multiplied a thousand times.

And just then it occurred to him that he was going to die. It came with a rush; not as a rush of water nor of wind; but of a sudden, evil-smelling emptiness and the odd thing was that the hyena slipped lightly along the edge of it.

Damn my fish,' the boy said and he started to cry again.

When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.

In him, too, was despair from the sorrow that soldiers turn to hatred in order that they may continue to be soldiers. Now it was over he was lonely, detached and unelated and he hated every one he saw.

THE GAMBLER,THE NUN,& THE RADIO I thought the pain alone would kill me

What happens to people that love each other?' 'I suppose they have whatever they have, and they are more fortunate than others. Then one of them gets the emptiness forever.

Znam da no? nije isto što i dan:da su stvari razli?ite,da se ono što ?ovjek osje?a no?u,danju ne može objasniti,jer tada to ne postoji,a za osamljene ljude,kad njihova osamljenost jednom uzme maha,no? može biti vrijeme užasa.

I didn't know how I could feel any worse. But you can all right. I can promise you that.

The anger and the emptiness and the hate that had come with the let-down after the bridge, when he had looked up from where he had lain and crouching, seen Anselmo dead, were still all through him. In him, too, was despair from the sorrow that soldiers turn to hatred in order that they may continue to be soldiers. Now it was over he was lonely, detached and unrelated and he hated every one he saw.