Quotes About Despair

The heart breaks when it has swelled too much in the warm breath of hope, then finds itself enclosed in cold reality.

what despair to see a woman one loves longing for those thousand nothings from which women compose their happiness, and to be unable to give her those thousand nothings.

There is a sort of consolation at the contemplation of the yawning abyss, at the bottom of which lie darkness and obscurity. Edmond

A man is always endowed by Heaven with too much for his own happiness, and just enough to make him miserable.

Oh, Mercédès, I have spoken your name with sighs of melancholy, with groans of pain and with the croak of despair. I have spoken it frozen with cold, huddled on the straw of my dungeon. I have spoken it raging with heat and rolling around on the stone floor of my prison. Mercédès, I must have my revenge, because for fourteen years I suffered, fourteen years I wept and cursed. Now, I say to you, Mercédès, I must have my revenge!

Why is it that when we lose something big, we begin to lose everything else along with it?

With their cheerless titles, who would want to read them?

She did not care about anything very much. Hope was gone. She existed that was all.

It isn't only the terror everywhere, and the fear of being conscious of it, that freezes people. It's more than that. People know they are in a society dead or dying. They are refusing emotion because at the end of every emotion are property, money, power. They work and despise their work, and so freeze themselves.

She says that on the day you stop believing in love you may as will lie down and die. I think she may be right.

Today,' said Lymond, 'if you must know, I don't like living at all. But that's just immaturity boggling at the sad face of failure. Tomorrow I'll be bright as a bedbug again.

What I felt at this moment was black dispair - but no, this was wrong because the color black has vitality , the night is black and has stars and a moon, and mysterious and important events can happen in the darkness. Despair, I decided, was grey: endless, bottomless, without night or day, time, sun or stars.

It;s all gone. My life is all gone and I can't work out why. I keep looking back over my life...and I can't work out where it all went so wrong. What I did to make this happen.

In the world it is called Tolerance, but in hell it is called Despair...the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, interferes with nothing, enjoys nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing, lives for nothing, and remains alive because there is nothing for which it will die.

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.

Depression is when you have lots of love, but no one's taking.

Love," he said, "is the darkest gift. It takes all that you are, and it destroys you.

First, and perhaps most importantly, despair and pessimism are in our very natures. We're wired to seek out bad news over good, and to always fear the worst. So bad news seizes our attention, while good news is often ignored.

There were moments when I felt seriously unhinged; when I was convinced that I would never, ever recover from what had happened, when it was absolutely clear to me that life from this point on would be constant agony ...

Worry, doubt, fear and despair are the enemies which slowly bring us down to the ground and turn us to dust before we die.

You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

There is a place you can go that is below down and beyond bad. When you get there, every minute that passes goes by like an hour. Every hour that passes feels like an achievement without a goal. And everything around you makes you hurt.

Between his legs were hanging down his entrails; His heart was visible, and the dismal sack that maketh excrement of what is eaten.