Quotes About Despair

Haiti has become a hell for the poor.

Do you not then hear this horrible scream all around you that people usually call silence.

If I have to die, then it's best to do so before I see everything I love, the land, the animals, the people, all of it destroyed.

Monogamy doesn't work unless it rises up from the bones. Because it promises nothing but fear and tension when forced on you. It fills you up with despair where there might be joy. It shoves guilt and paranoia and self-loathing down your throat, if you don't truly want it.

And my life went to pieces, like a love letter in the rain.

I am so stupid, so easily fooled. It's really almost funny. If I could lift a finger I would gladly kill myself.

Warum er traurig war? [...] Weil die Welt sich so enttäuschend ausnahm, sobald man erkannte, wie dünn ihr Gewebe war, wie grob gestrickt die Illusion, wie laienhaft vernäht ihre Rückseite. Weil nur Geheimnis und Vergessen es erträglich machten. Weil man es ohne den Schlaf, der einen täglich aus der Wirklichkeit riß, nicht aushielt. Nicht Wegsehenkönnen war Traurigkeit. Wachsein war Traurigkeit. Erkennen [...] war Verzweiflung. [...] Weil die Zeit immer verging.

Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.

and in December 1931 parts of New York looked as if God had gotten bored with the Creation business in the middle of the sixth day and simply walked off the job. Work

Je pense encore au cordonnier de P., mort de n'avoir pas trouvé repreneur à sa cordonnerie. "Alors ma vie ne vaut rien?" C'est ce qu'il ne cessait de répéter. Personne ne voulait racheter sa raison d'être. "Tout ça pour rien?" Il en est mort de chagrin.

He looked older, harder, perhaps wiser. The Middle East was like that. It turned hope to despair, idealists into Machiavellians.

Those who believe that they believe in God, but without any passion in their heart, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, without an element of despair even in their consolation, believe only in the idea of God, not in God Himself. MIGUEL D

If there has ever been a group of human beings who prefer despair to delight, frustration to satisfaction, and pain to pleasure, they must be very good at hiding because no one has ever seen them.

Whatever are we to do about you, baby girl? Huh?' 'Kill me, I guess.' 'That idea has been said already. Got'ny other ones?' 'Help me. Ain't nobody said that idea yet, have they?

The bodies draped down through the leaves like rancid baubles in the locks of a horrible harlot.

So much death and no coffee to be had.

He's got that 'born to lose and lose violently' air about him. That's good.

Kozorogi, što me nisi poštedeo toga! Što si mi pomogao da srušim spomenik od zlata, od mesa, od mese?ine. Euridiko sliko, Euridiko senko, Euridiko — kurvo kamenjarko!

Sest üks asi, mida ma lootuse juures kõige rohkem vihkan - mida ma selle juures põlgan, mida keegi teine ei paista selle kohta tunnistavat - on see, et äkitselt leitud lootus on kõige kiirem tee äkilise lootusetuseni.

Denn das Einzige, was ich an der Hoffnung nicht leiden kann, das Einzige, was ich daran rundwegs ablehne, auch wenn es niemand zugeben will, ist der Umstand, dass plötzlich aufkeimende Hoffnung der direkte Weg zu abrupter Hoffnungslosigkeit ist.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time in the midst of wretchedness.

Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]

All hope abandon, ye who enter here!

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, as sand eddies in a whirlwind.