Quotes About Despair

The ghosts of sad, cheap souls live on in sad, cheap furniture.

It was as if he'd abandoned himself to his despair, but in fact, Aoyama knew, he was fervently searching for something. Something that, once found, would keep him from having to feel the pain of his wound. To just entrust oneself to time was to exterminate oneself, to temporarily accept a kind of death.

Más tarde, cuando se hubieron marchado todos los panaderos, fontaneros, electricistas, carteros y porteros, la ciudad de piedra perdió su razón de ser, el sentido de su existencia. No era más que un esqueleto desnudo pulido por el viento, un hueso roído que sobresalía de la tierra en dirección al sol

Que haveria de olhar ou amar? Que palavras ainda ouviria com prazer, meus amigos? Nenhuma! Só me resta pedir-vos: levai-me para longe daqui sem demora. Eu vos peço: levai, meus amigos, o maldito, motivo de horror, odiado por deuses e homens!

Vede bem, habitantes de Tebas, meus concidadãos! Este é Édipo, decifrador dos enigmas famosos; ele foi um senhor poderoso e por certo o invejastes em seus dias passados de prosperidade invulgar. Em que abismos de imensa desdita ele agora caiu! Sendo assim, até o dia fatal de cerrarmos os olhos não devemos dizer que um mortal foi feliz de verdade antes dele cruzar as fronteiras da vida inconstante sem jamais ter provado o sabor de qualquer sofrimento!

I have just now come from a party where I was its life and soul; witticisms streamed from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me, but I went away — yes, the dash should be as long as the radius of the earth's orbit ——————————— and wanted to shoot myself.

Happiness is the greatest hiding place for despair.

Out of love for mankind, and out of despair at my embarrassing situation, seeing that I had accomplished nothing and was unable to make anything easier than it had already been made, and moved by a genuine interest in those who make everything easy, I conceived it as my task to create difficulties everywhere.

To be lost in spiritlessness is the most terrible thing of all.

Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has lodged in my heart. As long as it stays I am ironic — if it is pulled out I shall die.

People settle for a level of despair they can tolerate and call it happiness.

It requires courage not to surrender oneself to the ingenious or compassionate counsels of despair that would induce a man to eliminate himself from the ranks of the living; but it does not follow from this that every huckster who is fattened and nourished in self-confidence has more courage than the man who yielded to despair.

I am so fed up and joyless that not only have I nothing to fill my soul, I cannot even conceive of anything that could possibly satisfy it - alas, not even the bliss of heaven.

So to be sick unto death is not to be able to die -- yet not as though there were hope of life; no, the hopelessness in this case is that even the last hope, death, is not available. When death is the greatest danger, one hopes for life; but when one becomes acquainted with an even more dreadful danger, one hopes for death. So when the danger is so great that death has become one's hope, despair is the disconsolateness of not being able to die.

If then, if you have lived in despair, then whatever else you won or lost, for you everything is lost, eternity does not acknowledge you, it never knew you, or, still more dreadful, it knows you as you are known, it manacles you to your self in despair.

My soul is like the dead sea, over which no bird can fly; when it gets halfway, it sinks down spent to its death and destruction.

I have just returned from a party of which I was the life and soul; wit poured from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me–but I went away– and wanted to shoot myself.

Sin is: in despair not wanting to be oneself before God.

What I complain of is that life is not like a novel where there are hard-hearted fathers, and goblins and trolls to fight with, enchanted princesses to free. What are all such enemies taken together compared to the pallid, bloodless, glutinous nocturnal shapes with which I fight and to which I myself give life and being.

Thus when the ambitious man, whose slogan was Either Caesar or nothing, does not become Caesar, he is in despair over it. But this signifies something else, namely, that precisely because he did not become Caesar he now cannot bear to be himself. Consequently he is not in despair over the fact that he did not become Caesar, but he is in despair over himself for the fact that he did not become Caesar.

My soul is so heavy that no longer can any thought sustain it, no wingbeat lift it up into the ether. If it moves, it only sweeps along the ground like the low flight of birds when a thunderstorm is brewing.

My life is utterly meaningless

Socrates proved the immortality of the soul from the fact that the sickness of the soul (sin) does not consume it as sickness of the body consumes the body. So also we can demonstrate the eternal in man from the fact that despair cannot consume his self, that this precisely is the torment of contradiction in despair. If there were nothing eternal in a man, he could not despair; but if despair could consume his self, there would still be no despair.

It may happen, however, that he falls into despair just for the fact that he has opened his heart to another; it may be that he thinks it would have been infinitely preferable to maintain silence rather than have anyone privy to his secret. There are examples of introverts who are brought to despair precisely because they have acquired a confidant.