Quotes About Despair

You're not eating anything, said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a serious shortcoming. Anne sighed. I can't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when you are in the depths of despair? I've never been in the depths of despair, so I can't say, responded Marilla. Weren't you? Well, did you ever try to IMAGINE you were in the depths of despair? No, I didn't. Then I don't think you can understand what it's like. It's very uncomfortable a feeling indeed.

I have lost my mind is spells and I do not dare to think what I may do in those spells. May God forgive me and I hope everyone else will forgive me even if they cannot understand. My position is too awful to endure and nobody realizes it. What an end to a life in which I tried always to do my best.

Bueno, otra esperanza que se pierde. Mi vida es un perfecto cementerio de esperanzas muerta<<

I have lost my mind in spells and I do not dare to think what I may do in those spells. May god forgive me and I hope everyone else will forgive even if they cannot understand. My position is too awful to endure and nobody realizes it. What an end to a life in which I tried always to do my best.

Bueno, otra esperanza que se pierde. Mi vida es un perfecto cementerio de esperanzas muertas.

The best for me, perhaps, would be if I could lie down one evening and not wake up again.

Christianity is not a doctrine, not, I mean, a theory about what has happened and will happen to the human soul, but a description of something that actually takes place in human life. For 'consciousness of sin' is a real event and so are despair and salvation through faith. Those who speak of such things (Bunyan, for instance) are simply describing what has happened to them, whatever gloss anyone may want to put on it.

Christianity is not a doctrine, I mean, a theory about what has happened and will happen to the human soul, but a description of something that actually takes place in human life. For 'consciousness of sin' is a real event an so are despair and salvation through faith. Those who speak of such things (Bunyan for instance) are simply describing what has happened to them, whatever gloss anyone may want to put on it.

by the time I reached Nice, I felt my spirits fail. My youthful impetuousness had long since been destroyed: ennui had sapped my strength.

It's a well-known fact that unhappy people often become superstitious, and though they may mock the hopeful credulity of others, their own superstition at times inspires the same hopes in them...

I feel that my life is devoid of meaning and I no longer see any reason in the acts I perform or the words I say, and it astonishes me that other people can move about outside this nightmare of mine... that they can act and speak.

But they can't know how the dark space inside me is growing. I lie to them. I can't get out of the dark hole. 'Peace is here' it whispers.

Hope is not a remedy or even a substitute for the despair and anxiety we face in the modern world, but a companion to these things. Mature hope involves a willingness to allow that brokenness and beauty sometimes intertwine.

if you're the kind of person who wants to know what's at the end of the universe, what's at the edge of being...and comprehension settles on you that you'll never know, despair can well up.

Though at the moment, with the bleak emptiness of the rest of his mortal journey facing him, he couldn't help but wonder if he might have been better off never to have known her, never to have loved her, and never to have lost her. He closed his eyes and wept.

To love was to be vulnerable to pain. To laugh was to be sensitive enough for tears. To be open to joy was to be despair's fair prey.

Assim é que cada louco furioso era trancado em uma alcova na própria casa, e não curado, mas descurado até que a morte o vinha desfraldar do benefício da vida.

Estou que empalideci; pelo menos, senti correr um frio pelo corpo todo. A notícia de que ela vivia alegre, quando eu chorava todas as noites, produziu-me aquele efeito, acompanhado de um bater de coração, tão violento, que ainda agora cuido ouvi-lo.

It seems that misery had cured his soul, to the point that it made him feel like mud.

Contadas todas as horas de agonia do mundo, quantos séculos farão? Desses terão sido tenebrosos alguns, outros melancólicos, muitos desesperados, raros enfadonhos. Enfim, a morte chega, por muito que se demore, e arranca a pessoa ao pranto ou ao silêncio

Those who believe they believe in God, but without passion in the heart, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, and even at times without despair, believe only in the idea of God, and not in God himself.

It is possible to suffer and despair an entire lifetime and still not give up the art of laughter.

Aeschylus writes, In our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.

She was enfolded in the great wings of Mrs. Whatsit and she felt comfort and strength pouring through her. Mrs. Whatsit was not speaking aloud, and yet through the wings Meg understood words. My child, do not despair. Do you think we would have brought you here if there was no hope? We are asking you to do a difficult thing, but we are confident that you can do it. Your father needs help, he needs courage, and for his children he may be able to do what he cannot do for himself.