Quotes About Despair

Now she had discovered that to be in love was even more wonderful. It was as though every weight had been removed from her soul. She still cared about the troubles of her people, but they no longer had the power to weigh her down with despair, to burden her with heartache. Love had given her a freedom such as she had never known.

numerous—my doctor shakes his head in despair. I hope you will find it possible to visit me for my birthday. I

Yet there is no reason for despair as long as human nature has not been conquered completely, i.e., as long as sun and man still generate man. There will always be men (andres) who will revolt against a state which is destructive of humanity or in which there is no longer a possibility of noble action and of great deeds.

Mira desde los cielos y ve cómo nos hemos convertido en el desprecio y la burla de las naciones; somos contados como ganado y llevados al matadero para ser degollados y destruidos o para ser golpeados y acusados. Sin embargo, a pesar de todo esto, no hemos olvidado Tu nombre; te lo imploramos: no nos olvides…»

Karen se hundió en un pesar todavía más profundo que antes. El espíritu intrépido que la había mantenido en pie desapareció. Sintió que la maldición de haber nacido judía la había conducido a la locura de abandonar Dinamarca.

But the rope is still more horrible when it forms the noose around the necks of weak and ignorant people.

But in the dark everything was unnatural; the silence and the darkness were in themselves something like death.

But for a long time, altogether unnoticed by his comrades, there had ripened in his soul a dark contempt for mankind; contempt mingled with despair and painful, almost deadly fatigue.

My heart is a void, dead, and this makes me sad.

Oh, don't go on like that!' cried the poor Queen, wringing her hands in despair. 'Consider what a great girl you are. Consider what a long way you've come today. Consider what o'clock it is. Consider anything, only don't cry!

So may it be for him, and me, and all of us! I mused. All that is evil, and dead, and hopeless, fading with the Night that is past! All that is good, and living, and hopeful, rising with the dawn of Day!

her, calling out in a confused way, 'Prizes! Prizes!' Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair she put her hand in her pocket, and pulled out a box of comfits, (luckily the

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It's over, her mind whispered. There's still hope, her heart insisted.

The world is full of dead optimists.

But as he listened to the moans and cries of those around him, he understood that hope was not a concept of faith meant to bring man closer to God but one of denial and delusion meant to keep him from accepting that God did not exist.

There's a great big hole in the middle of me, and no matter how hard I try, I can't fill it. I try to keep the awful, empty sadness out, but it keeps coming back in...

He was as fucked up as a man could be and still be walking around.

At three I had learned the litany of despair and knew its truth with all my being: depend on no one.

Everything feels like the end of the world, and you can't reason with someone who can't see tomorrow.

She went through the days silent and numb, coming alive only with hatred...

What could have happened to make a man look like that, as if he believed in nothing, trusted no one, and had nothing left of any value to himself except, perhaps, his own life—and that was only a "perhaps." Yet he was still only a man, for all his dangerousness. He was tired and ill, and

Pure hell was living in her eyes.

Sometimes you run away by yourself purely so someone who cares will come to find you. Half the time nobody does. That's the tragedy of life.