Quotes About Despair

Now I think miracles are things that happen in stained glass, and on dusty Jerusalem roads thousands of years ago. Not here, not to us. Not when we need them.

The foundations of my life are crumbling and I'm about to be buried under the wreckage.

Nothing had been okay, not for a long time. And every moment that I thought I was getting close, like the one I'd had earlier, seemed to remind the universe that I didn't deserve that, not yet.

When you have lost hope, you lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope.

Now I felt like I was drifting, sucked down by an undertow, and too far out to swim back to the shore.

As if at the age of eighteen life already sucked beyond any hope of improvement.

I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.

Monica's about sick, she's almost inconsolable

It took a lot to have hope in this world where so little evidence of it existed.

People do not smile when they are in hell

Honestly, the only question most Americans ask about a new building at this point is basically: Is it a soul-sucking eyesore of cheap-ass despair? It's not? Whew.

Lo que me asombra es sentirme tan triste y tan cansado.

Ninety per cent of life is a nightmare, do you think I am going to get it rounded up to hundred per cent?

Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was broken.

New York makes one think of the collapse of civilization, about Sodom and Gomorrah, the end of the world. The end wouldn't come as a surprise here. Many people already bank on it.

Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was "broken.

More commonly suffering breaks people, crushes them, and is simply unilluminating. You see how gruesomely human beings are destroyed by pain, when they have the added torment of losing their humanity first, so that their death is a total defeat...

My next idea was how nothing was more dreadful than to be forced by another to feel his persuasion as to how horrible it is to exist, how deathly to hope, and taste the same despair. How of all the impositions this was the worst imposition. Not just to be as they make you but to feel as they dictate. If you didn't have the strongest alliance you surely would despair at last and your mouth would drink blood.

All who live are in despair.(?) And that is the sickness unto death.(?) It is that a man refuses to be what he is.(?)

Sometimes I wake up with such an immense sense of disappointment that I can hardly breathe.

Whoever takes a gloomy view regards this world as a kind of hell and is accordingly concerned only with procuring for himself a small fireproof room.

Initial euphoria would give way to shock, shock to horror, and then, as the killing dragged on with no end in sight, horror to a kind of benumbed despair.

The girl was holding out her hand, bit I could only give a pathetic shrug. I had nothing to give her. I'd finally faded away.

The girl was holding out her hand, but I could only give a pathetic shrug. I had nothing to give her. I'd finally faded away.