Quotes About Despair

Oh yes, thank you, Kitty,' she said and then sat and looked at her food. At one point she keeled forward and laid her cheek along her cigarette arm, which was stuck out straight across the tabletop. She was weeping. If such a thing can be said of someone who was making no sound and shedding no tears. Then she straightened up, pushed the palm of her hand up across her cheek and resumed her cigarette, ate through exhaled smoke, and poured herself some red wine.

They mustn't know my despair, I can't let them see the wounds which they have caused, I couldn't bear their sympathy and their kind-hearted jokes, it would only make me want to scream all the more. If I talk, everyone thinks I'm showing off; when I'm silent they think I'm ridiculous; rude if I answer, sly if I get a good idea, lazy if I'm tired, selfish if I eat a mouthful more than I should, stupid, cowardly, crafty, etc. etc.

She says everyone around her drank or took drugs. She fell into the same pattern and gradually succumbed to despair.

And his eyes frighten me, too. They're the eyes of an old man, an old man who's seen so much in life that he no longer cares to go on living. They're not even desperate... just quiet and expectant, and very, very lonely, as if he were quite alone of his own free choice.

The reason I never give up hope is because everything is so basically hopeless.

Harper, treat your words with care For they may cause joy or despair Sing your songs of health and love Of dragons flaming from above

For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.

Disillusion in an ache that eats into the dreams of goodness, of love, of any value that matters - even to the very belief in life.

The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.

The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.

Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.

Though they washed her with wineand rubbed her with butterit was to no avail.She lay as still as a gold piece.

And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope

If you have endured a great despair, then, you did it alone.

God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. They became stone. My body became a side of mutton and despair roamed the slaughterhouse.

I'm in pain because the day is ending and somehow I am never healing.

Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.

Someone brought me oranges in my despair but I could not eat a one

To live and know it is only for a moment … that is to know 'the soul' … and it increases closeness and despair and happiness … My life with you increases all things because I value it so much.

Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem.

It was not supposed to be this easy. This was to be the final confrontation. There was to be struggle, torment, despair. But the witch—who was the only person in the woods who wanted nothing—was not what Hazel had to defeat.

A sick-hued darkness overtook Hazel. There was ground, somewhere, and somewhere beyond that there was a palace, and somewhere beyond that was a witch, and somewhere beyond her was a boy who did not want her to come, and she would not come, could not come, because she could not defeat the winter. She was going to collapse here. She would fail.

If one has no steady belief and foundation to one's life, it is all hopelessness and tears,

Je m'inquiète : comment savoir si on a attrapé un désespoir, puisqu'on ne peut même pas le voir ?