Quotes About Despair

No one will read what I write here, no one will come to help me... My ship is rudderless, it's driven by the wind blowing into the nethermost regions of death.

How suicidal happiness can be!

Leo en Dostoievski el pasaje que tanto se asemeja a ser desdichado

to be sure, all that pointless standing about and waiting day after day always starting all over again without any prospect of change, will wear a man down and make him doubtful, and ultimately incapable of anything but that despairing standing about.

If you were walking across a plain, had an honest intention of walking on, and yet kept regressing, then it would be a desperate matter; but since you are scrambling up a cliff, about as steep as you yourself are if seen from below, the regression can only be caused by the nature of the ground, and you must not despair.

Utter despair, impossible to pull myself together; Only when I have become satisfied with my sufferings can I stop.

Sometimes I'm overcome with such an aversion to human beings that I can barely refrain from retching.

Bio sam uko?en i hladan. Bio sam most, raspet nad bezdanom.

Kafka regarded the end of The Metamorphosis- its composition in interrupted by a business trip- as unreadable. He also wrote in his diary that he found itbad, but of course Kafka relished his failure. Failure is precisely what he expected and resolved to accomplish- and he hid behind it.

Não temos juventude, ficamos logo adultos, e continuamos então adultos por um tempo demasiadamente longo, vêm daí um certo cansaço e uma certa desesperança que atravessa com um vinco largo a essência no conjunto tão tenaz e cheia de esperança do nosso povo

Wie ein Hund!" sagte er, es war, als sollte die Scham ihn überleben.

There is infinite hope, but not for man.

Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate –he has little success in this –but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different (and more) things than do the others; after all, dead as he is in his own lifetime, he is the real survivor. This assumes that he does not need both hands, or more hands than he has, in his struggle against despair.

Kafka, it seems, is at his best when he fails.

O tu sei mia e tutto va bene, o invece ti perdo e allora... non c'è niente, ...niente di niente.

O verdadeiro desespero sempre e imediatamente ultrapassou o seu alvo

Sou de pedra. Sou a minha própria pedra tumular, sem nenhum interstício para a dúvida ou para a fé, para o amor ou para a repulsa, para a coragem ou para a angústia, em particular ou em geral; só uma vaga esperança vive, mas à maneira das inscrições funerárias.

Precisamos de livros que nos afetem como um desastre, que nos angustiem profundamente, como a morte de alguém que amamos mais do que a nós mesmos, como ser banido para florestas distantes de todos, como um suicídio. Um livro tem que ser o machado para o mar congelado dentro de nós.

This morning for the first time in a long while the pleasure again in imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

houses which in their totality cough and shiver with fever day and night, where one has to eat meat, where ex-hangmen dislocate one's arms if one resists the injections, and where beard-stroking Jewish doctors, as callous towards Jew as Christian, look on.

But above all, the center of all the misery remains. I cannot write; I have not done a line I respect; on the other hand, I have excised everything I wrote after Paris—it wasn't much! My whole body warns me against every word; every word, before it lets me write it down, first looks around in all directions. The sentences literally crumble before me; I see their insides and then have to stop quickly.

Wie ein Hund! sagte er, es war, als sollte die Scham ihn überleben.

Cînd eÈ™ti cameriste, odat? cu trecerea timpului, ai impresia c? eÈ™ti cu totul pierdut? È™i uitat?, e ca munca în min?, cel puÈ›in aÈ™a e pe coridorul secretarilor, zile întregi nu vezi pe nimeni în afar? de cîÈ›iva petenÈ›i care se furiÈ™eaz? de colo colo, neîndr?znind s? ridice privirea, È™i de celelalte dou?-trei cameriste, la fel de am?rîte de soarta lor.

Usko kuin kirves. Yhtä raskas, yhtä kevyt.