Quotes About Despair

With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and Despair.

I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anything from her, only her presence. The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.

The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.

I've seen daggers pierce the chest, Children dying in the road, Crawling things hooked and baited, Rapists bound and then castrated, Villains singed in public square. Yet none these sights did make me cringe Like when my Love cut all her hair.

I will always know the glory of the beautiful and rare, as they will know security from labour and prayer. As they will hear the laughter of the children they gave life, I will know the torments of the song born under knife. And to their girls, they will give, while with their sons they'll share; where I will bear a song—a son! The wife of despair.

A tired man lay down his head in a dusty room so dim, and for so long his wife did shake and yell to waken him. Meanwhile his thoughts, his dreams, did stir of sandy, red bullfights, of powder-blasts in the air and carnival delights. Yet still his wife was in despair in a dusty room so dim, for she knew death was a whore not far from tempting him.

From flophouse bed To poorhouse bread, all outhouse sorrow: I thee wed.

Well, this is the town for it. The suicide capital of the world," said the dark writer. "Some of them come here and go nutty, while others come out here with the sole ambition of giving me tsurris. The rest want to jump off a bridge." "San Francisco's the town for that.

I have no roots anywhere else. I have no 'at home' but here. And I feel doomed. Like I'm riding to Hell on a fast horse. I'm not afraid of dying, but I don't want to die alone. I don't want some no one finding me finished off and asking a sheriff, 'Who's that ?

Dead and still in the world was worse than dead and in the ground. Dead in the ground at least gave you the hope of heaven.

They put Omani in his box, They're using nails instead of locks. But at his funeral don't despair, The chances are he won't be there.

Schizophrenia cannot be understood without understanding despair.

But Sade behaved exactly as if he could not tolerate the possibility that his troubles might be over. He launched immediately into a new bout of provocative debauchery.

Your inspiration taps hidden reserves of promise that sustain people through times that induce despair. You enable people to envision a future that sustains the best from their past while also holding out new possibilities.

In the midst of . . . despair, came November the 8th, 2016. It was on that day . . . that God declared that the people, not the pollsters, were gonna choose the next president of the United States. And they chose Donald Trump

Again, everyone knows how the priests themselves make profit from the worker, extract money out of him on the occasion of marriage, baptism or burial. How often has it happened that the priest, called to the bedside of a sick man to administer the last sacraments, refused to go there before he had been paid his "fee"? The worker goes away in despair, to sell or pawn his last possession, so as to be able to give religious consolation to his kindred.

Hablo de ese dolor que es tan grande que ni siquiera parece que te nace de dentro, sino que es como si hubieras sido sepultada por un alud. Y así estás. Tan enterrada bajo esas pedregosas toneladas de pena que no puedes ni hablar.

Hay momentos en los que me parece que no siento nada y que puedo trabajar, luego la angustia regresa con el desánimo.

Sin is the one thing I abhor - for it is the one thing that can, if unrepented of, separate us, not from Christ, but from the consciousness of his presence. But I have learned that there is instantaneous forgiveness and restoration to be had always. That there need be no times of despair.

in the despair of routine any aberration is a radiant signal.

Her voice was often heavy with dismissed hope.

to poison his spirit, drowned it methodically, savagely, choked it off. Alcohol had been the tool. He thought back to when he took the first drink of his first real dirty drunk and remembered how he'd wept into the amber flame deep in the cup and how his sorrow had been answered with a spreading warmth and a forgetting.

But in the despair of routine any aberration is a radiant signal.

hell is not black or fiery. It is an unvaried gray without promise.