Quotes About Despair

Why does the Bible keep nagging us to give thanks? It's because we quickly forget all that God has done for us; we take him for granted. According to Romans 1:21, when we fail to honor God and give him thanks, our hearts become darkened. Indeed, if left unchecked, ingratitude leads to negativity, bitterness, cynicism, and despair.

El verdadero dolor es inefable, nos deja sordos y mudos, está más allá de toda descripción y todo consuelo. El verdadero dolor es una ballena demasiado grande para poder ser arponeada.

Esa helada, calmada, enlutada mujer, la autómata en la que se había convertido Marie», dice su hija Ève. Pero, por dentro, ardía la demencia pura de la pena.

la vida es atroz sin ti, es una angustia sin nombre, un desamparo sin fondo, una desolación sin límites.

Je parle de cette douleur qui est tellement grande qu'elle ne semble même pas naître à l'intérieur de vous, c'est plutôt comme si vous aviez été enseveli par une avalanche.

There was, Julia Prescott decided, only the finest razor-edge between depression and despair. Depression had been constant for weeks, familiar, creeping up on her like a prowler in tennis shoes. But despair was the dreaded spectre behind the closed door, springing forth just when you least expected it. ['Through the Eyes of Love']

So then Joseph knew that he had no idea how to escape from the darkness closing round him, unless it might be to engineer his own death,...

Nada é tão intolerável para um homem quanto viver sem paixões, somos dominados por uma terrível solidão, sentimo-nos desamparados e vazios.

If a man makes his life desolate by losing touch with the unseen, he not only destroys in his inner self something, the decay of which may eventually drive him to despair, but through his weakness he constitutes a hindrance to the evolution of the whole world in which he lives.

When young lips have drunk deep of the bitter waters of hate, suspicion and despair, all the love in the world will not wholly take away that knowledge. Though it may turn darkened eyes for a while to the light, and teach faith where no faith was.

We have done with Hope and Honour, we are lost to Love and Truth, We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung, And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth. God help us, for we knew the worst too young! from Gentleman Rankers

Chuchundra is a broken-hearted little beast. He whimpers and cheeps all the night, trying to make up his mind to run into the middle of the room. But he never gets there.

The slayer and the monk... let them spend their final moments together in private, won't you Inuyasha? Heh heh heh... Their sorrow feeds the darkness of the jewel nicely. How ironic. The more they love each other, the darker their despair...- Naraku

I could no longer believe even in life. Which meant that I had come to be the reverse, the opposite of a Christian. For me, now, the only reality is death.

She was like a stranger to me then, a stranger whose life had just been made utterly meaningless. I know this because I felt the same way. Meaning had gone wholly and and in one clot right out of my life too, and as result I'm sure I was like a stranger to her as well. Our individual pain was so great that that we could not recognize any other.

He grew morose, and felt himself half overcome by funk

Mama wept openly. "If I don't die now," she cried, "there is no death.

Raquela stood at her side. "Your baby was stillborn. But you're all right." The mother screamed, "Even this they deny me! They take away my land. My freedom. Now my baby. Let me die. I want to die.

The moment I saw the gate I had a strong thought to turn around and throw myself headfirst down the steep stone steps or just let myself free-fall backward into the pillowy softness of eternity, and it wouldn't matter if I bumped and bounced like a cabbage all the way down until I hit the bottom and then rolled out to sea, because at least I'd be safe and dead.

The sound of those doors, locking him in, locking her out, was the sound of her defeat and failure.

it wouldn't matter if I bumped and bounced like a cabbage all the way down until I hit bottom and then rolled out to sea, because at least I'd be safe and dead.

It's the cold fish dying in your stomach feeling. You try to forget about it, but as soon as you do, the fish starts flopping around under your heart and reminds you that something truly horrible is happening.

in a squalid, run-down house in the worst

That's when he hit her, when he saw how scared she was. He couldn't bear it that she was frightened and asking for help. Asking for help is wrong. Because there isn't any such thing as help in this world.