Quotes About Despair

She walked past the TV, the smoky blue light illuminating the sharp planes of her face, and I saw that her eyes had the dazed, insomniac glassiness of a long-term drug user or someone who'd been abused so long that she'd ceased to feel anything at all.

Self-pity wrapped itself around him like a damp, familiar cloak.

Better than Hope," said Trace. "What the fuck is Hope? Hope for what? An icecream? A quick death?" Bemusement on the faces of several marines. "Uh, isn't that kind of the point?" Arime asked. "That Hope can mean anything you want it to?" "It means nothing," Trace said flatly. "I'm sick of happy bullshit that means nothing. Vacuous words for vacuous minds.

You're what my art's all about, Marcus. We see something and think we know it, understand it, but really we're lucky if we ever understand any more than a small piece about anything. The infinite of the universe is in each one of us. You're grace, faith. Hopelessness, despair. Violence and anger. Beauty. You overwhelm me.

Naught so insipid in the world I find As is a devil in despair.

Despair often happens, he had learned, when there is a "lack of balance between efforts and rewards.

extremely depressed people have become disconnected from a sense of the future, in a way that other really distressed people have not.

João believes that addiction is an expression of despair, and the best way to deal with despair is to offer a better life, where the addict doesn't feel the need to anesthetize herself anymore. Giving rewards, rather than making threats, is the path out. Congratulate them. Give them options. Help them build a life.

It is, he told me, having to endure "work [that] is monotonous, boring, soul-destroying; [where] they die a little when they come to work each day, because their work touches no part of them that is them.

Ich sag euch, ich hab schon so viel Malheur g'habt, und allzeit durch meine Räusch. Wann ich mir meinen Verdruß nit versaufet, ich müßt mich grad aus Verzweiflung dem Trunk ergeben.

Man can only endure a certain degree of unhappiness; what is beyond that either annihilates him or passes by him and leaves him apathetic

My peace is gone,My heart is heavy.

God knows I often retire to my bed wishing (at times even hoping) that I might never wake up; and in the morning I open my eyes, see the sun once again, and am miserable.

Would you require a wretched being, whose life is slowly wasting under a lingering disease, to despatch himself at once by the stroke of a dagger? Does not the very disorder which consumes his strength deprive him of the courage to effect his deliverance?

Woe to him who could look on and say: The fool! If she had waited, if she had let time do its work, her despair would surely have subsided, another man would have turned up to comfort her.— That's just like saying: The fool, dying of fever! If he had waited until his strength returned, his circulation improved, the tumult of his blood calmed down, everything would have turned out well and he would still be alive today!

There's not a drug on earth can make life meaningful

Sometimes life is truly woeful.

Terrorism is a real despair. These are people for whom life has been so negative that they're willing to die if they can take down some of their enemies.

Hell is life drying up.

I've led this empty life for over forty years and now I can pass that heritage on and ensure that the misery will continue for at least one more generation.

It (suicide) became a possibility like Maybe when I grow up, I will be dead. Life was a cake that looked good on the bakery shelf but turned to sawdust and salt when I ate it.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable.

That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.