Quotes About Despair

But beneath the cheerful gurgle of the percolating electric coffeepot could be heard a muffled thrum of despair. It began with a fear of the perils of prosperity:

Wrong thinking leads to wrong emotions—discouragement and despair—and wrong thinking consequently leads to giving up.

despair is the inevitable hopelessness of life without light.

He was right. Without God at the center, it is hopeless; it is empty; and it was designed by God to be so. The theme of Ecclesiastes could be stated, "Life is supposed to taste like cardboard if you insist on eating the box!

When they despair, rather than acknowledging the poverty of their relationship with Jesus Christ, they seek to medicate the "down" feelings10 or distract themselves with activity.

Have you ever felt despair? Absolute hopelessness? Have you ever stood in the darkness and known, deep in your heart, in your spirit, that it was never, ever going to get better? That something had been lost, forever, and that it wasn't coming back?

one thing, they don't have a mission and purpose to guide them. They thereby put themselves on an emotional roller coaster, and this is a fatal error, as we shall see time and again in these pages. Disappointment, excitement, despair, hope—they experience the whole range of emotions, and all because they're reacting to events over which they don't have control and ignoring those over which they do have control.

I despaired at the thought that my life might slip by without seeing God show himself mightily on our behalf.

Let's get really fucked up and full of sentimental despair and then finally decide life, despite every heartbreak and anguished cry, is worth each pulse and breath

he pretty much made me feel like there's no use struggling anymore, that most everybody that dies goes to hell, and heaven isn't anything but a great wilderness.

Everyone has to have hope in their life, or they will eventually become your enemy.

Lost in a Roman wilderness of painAnd all the children are insane

The darkness and myself. Everything else was gone. And the little that was left of me was going, faster and faster.

Life is a bucket of shit with a barbed wire handle.

Kenneth was a sitting duck. In fewer than three years he would kneel alone in this very room, on the exact spot where he now stood, emptying the contents of his desk into cardboard boxes from the liquor store while his gaunt bitter wife reviled him in the Goldbergs' living room and choked the Goldbergs' big brass ashtray with with unfiltered cigarette butts, and if anyone were then to ask him for the secret of a happy life, he would answer: Stasis.

Fugi. De repente, eu vi que não podia mais, me governou um desgosto.

Desespero quieto às vezes é o melhor remédio que há.

Action is the antidote to despair.

The refusal to feel takes a heavy toll. Not only is there an impoverishment of our emotional and sensory life, flowers are dimmer and less fragrant, our loves less ecstaticâ but this psychic numbing also impedes our capacity to process and respond to information. The energy expended in pushing down despair is diverted from more creative uses, depleting the resilience and imagination needed for fresh visions and strategies.

In my sleep I had a dream and this dream was a dream of guilt. It was not human guilt but the kind of helpless, hopeless despair that would be felt by a small wooden box or geometrical cube if such objects had consciousness; it was the guilt of sheer existence.

I cannot get into this swamp or I will never get out; and if I start crying again I'll remember that I have no one to love, and if anyone treats me like that again, I'll kill him. Only I mustn't because they'll punish me.

El agua apaga el fuego y al ardor los años, amor se llama el juego en el que un par de ciegos juegan a hacerse daño. y cada vez peor y cada vez mas rotos y cada vez mas tu y cada vez mas yo sin rastro de nosotros.

En la posada del fracaso, donde no hay consuelo ni ascensor, el desamparo y la humedad comparten colchón y cuando, por la calle, pasa la vida, como un huracán, el hombre del traje gris saca un sucio calendario del bolsillo y grita ¿Quién me ha robado el mes de abril?

This is no place for anyone with a heart.