Quotes About Despair

These wretches, who never were alive.

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, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.

The upstairs was hopeless: all her clothes, Dale's suits, everything belonging to the boys. And everywhere the powerful, sickening smell of ashes and water.

I do. I still love him so much. And I feel so worthless because he doesn't love me anymore.

Whatever age you are when you're first burned is old enough to lose hope that you'll ever get excited about anybody else.

The Opera was a very cold film, a hopeless and dark film, no hope, no love.

So what we are right now is a pair of dickweeds in a hotel room in Sydney. My life is royally fucked up right now and from where I'm sitting, your life is even bloody worse.

I was ready to quit music. It felt to me like music equalled death.

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside. My stomach coiled whenever I smelled food that was about to be served to somebody else, knowing it wasn't for me.

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence.

When Eeyore becomes your spirit animal...you've lost hope".

Much of depression's pain arises out of the recognition that what might make one feel better--human connection-- seems impossible in the midst of a paralyzing episode of depression. It is rather like dying from thirst while looking at a glass of water just beyond one's reach

There's light and joy, but there's also darkness all around and we can be lost in it.

And then the roar. That roar. The roar of the end of all hope.

Joy began to feel the weight press down on her. That terrible weight that saps the muscles and grays the day. The one that starts in your head and presses every thought down. Joy got low, and when people are low, they turn to anything for help.

Panic demands you do something, but when there is nothing you can do, you go beyond despair.

The humiliation...I could have died there and I would have been happier.

In a sentence: Life is bad, but so is death.

False hope," she said. "Guess that's better then no hope at all.

What kind of world has this become?" "A really sick one

You can't be serious." Thomas could only nod. Minho's shoulders slumped, and his eyes fell to the floor. "How did the world get so shucked?" The words barely came out, low and full of pain. "I'm sorry," Newt said, and there were tears streaming down his face. "I'm … I'm going to shoot if you don't go. Now.

With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

No. Just thinking about how much my life sucks." "Mine does, too. Sucks big-time. But I'm glad I'm with you.

He finally pulled it all back into his heart, sucking in the painful tide of his misery.