Quotes About Despair

Then he knew what hell was like. It wasn't a hot place where a pointy-tailed beast poked you with a pitchfork. Hell was inside your own head, where the doors were closed, where hope never knocked, where darkness and pain and self-pity were the only companions. Forever.

Evil of that magnitude was like a dead star, sucking all the light out of life.

Tally turned away. Five minutes was suddenly too long to stand here, eyes burning, unable to cry.

I see no end to my misery but the grave.

Whom I once get hold of, he will Find the whole world pointless, futile. 11810 Over him gloom casts its dun net, Blinding him to sunrise, sunset, Though possessing all his senses, Inwardly there's only darkness,

THE LORD. You've nothing more to say to me? You come but to complain unendingly? Is never aught right to your mind? MEPHISTOPHELES. No, Lord! All is still downright bad, I find.

No es posible salvarte, desgraciado! No; bien veo que nada puede salvarnos.

The Lord. Hast nothing for our edification? Still thy old work of accusation? Will things on earth be never right for thee? Mephistopheles. No, Lord! I find them still as bad as bad can be. Poor souls! their miseries seem so much to please 'em, I scarce can find it in my heart to tease 'em. The Lord. Knowest thou Faust?

I have so much to endure! Have men before me ever been so wretched?

Doveva proprio essere così, che quanto rende l'uomo beato divenga poi la fonte della sua infelicità.

Sometimes, when I am ready to commit suicide, she sings that air; and instantly the gloom and madness which hung over me are dispersed, and I breathe freely again.

O Wilhelm! the hermit's cell, his sackcloth, and girdle of thorns would be luxury and indulgence compared with what I suffer. Adieu! I see no end to this wretchedness except the grave.

Next morning Mariana awoke only to new despondency; she felt herself very solitary; she wished not to see the light of day, but staid in bed, and wept.

Ach, so viele tausend Menschen kennen, Dumpf sich treibend, kaum ihr eigen Herz, Schweben zwecklos hin und her und rennen Hoffnungslos in unversehnen Schmerz;

du bist nicht mehr zu retten, Da du dein Elend liebst; du klirrst mit deinen Ketten Und überredest dich, es sei Musik.

Ci sono casi, sì, ce ne sono, in cui ogni consolazione è viltà e la disperazione un dovere.

Così gli passavano i giorni in un eterno oscillare tra speranza e dolore, lacrime e allegria, propositi, preparativi e disperazione.

you are certainly wrong when you classify suicide—and suicide is what we are talking about—as any sort of great achievement, since it can be defined only as a sign of weakness. For it is certainly easier to die than to stand up to a life of torment.

I wander on my way with aching heart; and the universe is to me a fearful monster, for ever devouring its own offspring.

Shame upon him who can look on calmly, and exclaim, 'The foolish girl! she should have waited; she should have allowed time to wear off the impression; her despair would have been softened, and she would have found another lover to comfort her.' One might as well say, 'The fool, to die of a fever! why did he not wait till his strength was restored, till his blood became calm? all would then have gone well, and he would have been alive now.

Chicago is a pocket edition of hell," he wrote, "and if it is not, then hell is a pocket edition of Chicago.

Darkness fell like a wet sponge.

If I have yet to join the hosts of the suicides, it is because (fatigue apart) I find it no meaningfuller to drown myself than to go on swimming.

Indeed, if I have yet to join the hosts of the suicides, it is because (fatigue apart) I find it no meaningfuller to drown myself than to go on swimming.