Quotes About Despair

Filling a place with people who had no hope and knew they were about to descend into a rotten, horrific spiral of insanity ended up creating some of the most wretched anarchic zones ever known to man.

There's a lady slumped on the edge of the landing and her face is gone, replaced by melted skin and blood. Mark feels as if he's been given a glimpse into hell.

But the well-intended idea had gone very bad. Filling a place with people who had no hope and knew they were about to descend into a rotten, horrific spiral of insanity ended up creating some of the most wretched anarchic zones ever known to man. With the residents well aware that there could be no real punishment or consequences worse than what they already faced, crime rates grew astronomically. And so the developments became havens of debauchery.

He didn't know how he'd make it through the next five minutes. Or the next hour. How could he possibly go through an entire day? Then sleep and start the whole thing all over again? Despair sucked at him, an empty, yawning void that threatened to pull him down into an awful abyss. A panic-laced craziness struck him. Suffusing it all, the pain.

Sleep felt miles away, and he couldn't shake the despair and hopelessness that coursed through his body and mind—

A cavity seemed to open within Thomas,widening and sucking the hope out of him.

But happiness had been ripped from their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.

You don't understand, shuck-face! You don't know anything, and you're just making it worse by trying to have hope! We're dead, you hear me? Dead!

Darkness pressed in, sucking light and life right out of him.

Estoy totalmente seguro de que acabamos de arribar al maldito infierno. Siempre pensé que tú terminarías aquí, Minho, pero yo no.

The world, the people I work for"—he gestured to nothing in particular all around him—"it's all turned my heart into a small lump of black coal.

And then Thomas was being dragged to his feet, yanked away from her. He didn't have the energy or will to fight it. She was gone.

What was he going to do here? What was the plan? He'd staved it off for a while, but those hated fingers of despair were clutching at his heart. But in the immediate future of the next 30 minutes, an hour, the rest of the day... He just wanted to be with familiar people again, no matter how slight the familiar part of the equation might be.

Sometimes I wonder, if being alive matters. If being dead might be a lot easier.

False hope. Guess that's better than no hope at all.

don't think there is a right or wrong anymore," Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. "Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, for a moment wanting nothing but to fall asleep and never wake up again, or to do the opposite and kneel, bashing his head against the floor until it was over. But there was still that small sliver of clarity in his mind. He held on to it like a man clinging to a root on the side of a sheer cliff.

sick, Mark. I'm really, really sick. I need to die. I need to die and I don't wanna die for nothing.

Kill me. If you've ever been my friend, kill me. Please Tommy. Please

Nothing can comeof this nothing can comeOf us: of me with my grim techniquesOr you who have sealed your wombWith a ring of convulsive rubber:Although we come together,Nothing will come of us.

It was easy not to think of my future; I didn't have one.

It is the absence of hope, which equals the despair that is the punishment.

The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel. I broke something, Old Man. How badly is it broken? It's in a million little pieces. I'm afraid I can't help you. Why? There's nothing you can do. Why? It can't be fixed. Why? It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.

Bunch was always a rescue of sorts...whether from the confusion and regret of a hangover, the intolerable presence of a roommate, or just the general despair of Saturdays.