Quotes About Despair

Those struggling with life-threatening thoughts do not feel connected to others. They feel all alone- even alone in the midst of a crowd.

Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time.

We need hope. There's nothing worse than to live a life of despair. For a person to have no hope just sucks the blue out of every sky.

I don't do anything. My life sucks.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

Shattered dreams, worthless years, here I am encased in a hollow shell. Life began, then was done, now I stare into a cold and empty well.

I am tired with my own life and the lives of those after me, I am dying in my own death and the deaths of those after me.

The light has gone out of my life.

One sometimes says: 'He killed himself because he was bored with life.' One ought rather to say: 'He killed himself because he was bored by lack of life.'

As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.

This day is going to be awful. It's the sort of day you wouldn't mind losing completely, even if it meant your life would be twenty-four hours shorter.

As in an icicle the agnostic abides alone. The vital principle is taken out of all endeavor for improving himself or bettering hisfellows. All hope in the grand possibilities of life are blasted.

My life sucks when I'm only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it's really like, I'd probably jump off a bridge.

Of course I loved you, you saved my life. I wish you hadn't I wish you hadn't I wish you'd left me alone.

My point is that death is more tragic than life, than any life, because every life has hope of some kind.

Life, that can shower you with so much splendour, is unremittingly cruel to those who have given up.

To face life without hope can mean to live without despair.

Woe to him who saw no more sense in his life, no aim, no purpose, and therefore no point in carrying on.

No messages. Morale losing altitude.

And the whole pain flows open and I die.

I've spent all day in bed. Having the old obsessions, the feeling that nothing is possible for me.

My first thought when jumping out of bed in the middle of the night was going to throw myself into the sea from the cliff top.

I've been going for walks.  Shore of the sea, accompanied by the most somber thoughts. And if I throw myself from the top of a cliff?

The best bridge between despair and hope is a good night's sleep.