Quotes About Despair

Je ne veux plus faire de cauchemars. Je ne veux plus chercher à atteindre une petite fille que je ne peux pas sauver. Le monde est cruel. Notre boulot est sans espoir. Je ne sais même plus comment aimer. J'ai juste besoin de haïr.

Alienation is a form of living death. It is the acid of despair that dissolves society.

For perfect hope is achieved on the brink of despair, when instead of falling over the edge, we find ourselves walking on air.

what a horrible loutish planet this is. the dominant species consists of sadistic morons, faces bearing the hideous lineaments of spiritual famine swollen with stupid hate. hopeless rubbish.

I was spiritually bankrupt, and when that happens, it's like a spiritual cancer afflicts you.

The fact that there is nothing but a spiritual world deprives us of hope and gives us certainty.

There lives a weeperin each of us-a silent mourner honoring our despairwhen our willingness slain by helplessness continues to resurrect to be slaughtered again

Do you know what it's like, to hide in the shadows until your soul starts to blend into the darkness?

There is winning and there is misery.

Sport can create hope, where once there was only despair

I read an essay by a little girl ... She wrote,' I am nothing and nobody. My cat was stuck to the wall. I tried to pull her off but they threw my cat away.

The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.

Celui qui ressent sa vie et celle d'autres comme dénuées de sens est fondamentalement malheureux puisqu'il n'a aucune raison de vivre.

For young survivors of the pandemic, life would never be the same. Like shell shocked soldiers, they bore emotional scars. These children had similar experiences and shared similar feelings of anxiety, of terror, of despair.

What's the point of truth or beauty or knowledge when anthrax bombs are popping all around you?

I don't care where I'm from. Nor where I'm going. From hell to hell.

The bruises hurt him, the cuts were still bleeding; but it was not for pain that he sobbed ; it was because he was all alone, because he had been driven out, alone, into this skeleton world of rocks and moonlight.

Mon Dieu, la vie est par trop moche.

Nothing could assuage the secular grief that was your heritage.

Punctured, utterly deflated, he dropped into a chair and, covering his face with his hands, began to weep. A few minutes later, however, he thought better of it and took four tablets of soma. Upstairs in his room the Savage was reading Romeo and Juliet.

She would have laughed if she haven't been at the point of crying.

De qué sirven la verdad, la belleza o el conocimiento cuando las bombas de ántrax llueven del cielo?

He remembered those weeks of timid indecision, during which he had looked and longed and despaired of ever having the courage to ask her. Dared he face the risk of being humiliated by a contemptuous refusal? But if she were to say yes, what rapture!

La felicidad siempre aparece escuálida en comparación con las compensaciones que ofrece la desdicha. Y, naturalmente, la estabilidad no es, ni con mucho, tan espectacular como la inestabilidad.