Quotes About Despair

When people realise how bad it is they cannot do anything to stop it because they go crazy.

feeling." "No," she said. "I think it's hell on earth.

How do you feel? I feel like hell. Have another? It won't do any good. Try it. You can't tell; maybe this is the one that gets it. Hey, waiter! Another absinthe for this señor!

La vela [...], recogida, parecía el estandarte de una eterna derrota.

sentía la soledad de muerte que llega al cabo de cada día de la vida que uno ha desperdiciado.

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He was in despair. What about? Nothing. How do you know it was nothing? He has plenty of money.

In him, too, was despair from the sorrow that soldiers turn to hatred in order that they may continue to be soldiers

Madrid es la mas española de todas las ciudades de España.Cuando uno ha podido tener el Prado y al mismo tiempo El Escorial situado a dos horas al norte y Toledo al sur y un hermoso camino a Avila y otro bello camino a Segovia, que no esta lejos de la Granja, se siente dominado por la desesperacion al pensar que un dia habrá de morir y dejar todo aquello.

The warrior has peace of mind because they know that there is always a way to find light, even in the midst of the greatest darkness. They know that there is always hope to be found, even in despair. Peace can exist in the midst of turmoil only if you believe in the beauty of the future. Peace sees the beauty everywhere. When you walk in peace, you are overwhelmed by the wonder of the universe and the beauty of life.

The way of the warrior is not free from pain, it is not free from disappointment, and it is not free from failure. The warrior knows well the struggles that come with fear and self-doubt and even despair. The warrior knows there are no victories that are not first won - within. Never forget who you are.

Hello, you've reached the winter of our discontent.

Watching love die: that's an ornery armor-piercing bullet. When taking the kids to school, the laundry, and the dishes rain down on the last remaining coals of your romance like piss on a morning campfire. When all you're left with is enough smoke to choke on. Then your heart is dead.

All men die in solitude; all values are degraded in a state of misery: that is what Shakespeare tells me

Assassin! Misérable! Tu m'as tuée et maintenant tu ne veux pas que je m'empoisonne!

The fear of death was my truest shield. Now the walls have collapsed. And here I am, defenseless, exposed to the blazing inferno of life, and in the freezing grip of despair. I wanted life and life has hurled itself at me. It's crippling me, killing me. Why didn't I have the sense to welcome resignation? All my old scars have opened, my wounds are bleeding again. Thousands of knives are driving into my flesh.

C'est pour cela que les jeunes se suicident ou qu'on les tue. Ainsi on les cloue dans leur jeunesse pour toujours, dans les panoplies de l'éternité.

EDMUND: It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a sea gull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must always be a little in love with death!

You'll say to yourself, I'm just an old man who is scared of life, but even more scared of dying. So I'm keeping drunk and hanging on to life at any price, and what of it?

Happy roads is bunk. Weary roads is right. Get you nowhere fast. That's where I've got—nowhere. Where everyone lands in the end, even if most of the suckers won't admit it.

I know it's useless to talk. But sometimes I feel so lonely.

It can be crazy hard. To keep your faith, to keep going. It can be harder than I ever would have imagined. Sometimes things happen to you, really bad things that aren't fair, things that make you feel so terrible you're not even sure who you are anymore or whether you're right or wrong, good or bad. Sometimes you feel like there's no one to turn to, and you're all alone and so scared you can hardly move and so tired you just want to curl up in a ball and go to sleep forever.

For years, maybe most of my life, I had languished in that typical young intellectual's delusion that gloom and despair are the romantic lot of the brilliant and the wise. But now I saw: it wasn't so. Why should it be? What sort of wisdom has no joy in it? What good is wisdom without joy? ... Everything useful that can be done in the world can be done in joy.