Quotes About Despair

She shut her eyes and he could see that the lids were trembling. Dear little Dot, life is so damned hard. She was crying upon his shoulder. So damned hard, so damned hard, he repeated aimlessly; it just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does. Frantic

Well, I've had a very bad time, Nick, and I'm pretty cynical about everything.

J'ai eu l'impression que la terre entière m'avait abandonnée. [...] J'ai tourné la tête et je me suis mise à pleurer. [...] De toute façon, je pense que tout est horrible. [...] J'ai été partout, j'ai tout fait, j'ai tout vu.

Going to take a room at the Commodore, get into a hot bath and open a vein.

The despairing, dying autumn and our love--how well they harmonize!' said Eleanor sadly one day as they lay dripping by the water. 'The Indian summer of our hearts--' he ceased. 'Tell me,' she said finally, 'was she light or dark?' 'Light.' 'Was she more beautiful than I am?' 'I don't know,' said Amory shortly.

Having voted in ways that ensure gridlock, Americans point to that very gridlock and despair that any good can come from Washington.

I'm losing my taste for everything, including even my taste for finding everything tasteless.

It's not demons (who at least have a human face) but Hell itself that seems to be laughing inside me, it's the croaking madness of the dead universe, the spinning cadaver of physical space, the end of all worlds blowing blackly in the wind, formless and timeless, without a God who created it, without even its own self, impossibly whirling in the absolute darkness as the one and only reality, everything.

Não aspiro a nada. Dói-me a vida. Estou mal onde estou e já mal onde penso em poder estar.

Peki, kim kurtaracak beni var olmaktan?

But the horror that's destroying me today is less noble and more corrosive. It's a longing to be free of wanting to have thoughts, a desire to never have been anything, a conscious despair in every cell of my soul's body. It's the sudden feeling of being imprisoned in an infinite cell. Where can one think of fleeing, if the cell is everything?

Beside my pain, all other pains seem false or insignificant. They are the pains of happy people or of people who are alive enough to complain. Mine is the pain of someone imprisoned in life, cut off …

His voice was hesitant and colourless, as in those who hope for nothing because it's perfectly useless to hope.

So great is my tedium, so overwhelming the horror of being alive, that I cannot imagine what could possibly serve as a palliative, an antidote, a balm, a source of oblivion.

Dusk shrouds the long and useless day. Even the hope it denied us crumbles To nothing . . . Life is a drunken beggar Holding out his hand to his own shadow.

I take comfort in these reflections, since I can't take comfort in life.

Oh odio, alégrame siquiera tú Hazme ver a la muerte royéndolos a todos

I'm ignorant, like these rooftops. I've failed, like all of nature.

His voice was dull and tremulous, the voice of one who hopes for nothing, because all hope is vain.

My life is so sad, and yet I do not even consider weeping over it; my hours are so false, and I do not even dream the gesture that might end them.

How little hope ever attains! – Fernando Pessoa, from "The Scaffold," A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems (Penguin Classics, 2006)

É tão magno o tédio, tão soberano o horror de estar vivo, que não concebo que coisa haja que pudesse servir de lenitivo, de antídoto, de bálsamo ou esquecimento para ele. Dormir horroriza-me como tudo. Morrer horroriza-me como tudo. Ir e parar são a mesma coisa impossível. Esperar e descrer equivalem-se em frio e cinza. Sou uma prateleira de frascos vazios.

Some say there's no life without hope, others that hope makes life meaningless.

Everything seems doomed in advance to insignificance.