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Quotes About Despair

She flings herself into the most dreadful rages when things don't go as she wants them. She rolls on the ground as if she's given up hope of anything ever being right again. Sometimes she's so overcome that she chokes.
~ John Beevers
Nahum bobbed again. 'My crest is cropped by croaking cranes. I go to drown in doleful dumps, dead-drunk with drearihead.
~ John Bellairs
This world is gradually becoming a place Where I do not care to be any more.
~ John Berryman
Only those who have stood within the bars and heard the din of devils and the appalling sounds of despair can imagine the horrors of the hold of a convict ship.
~ John Boyle O'Reilly
Very slowly he turned his head back to look at Shmuel, who wasn't crying anymore, merely staring at the floor and looking as if he was trying to convince his soul not to live inside his tiny body anymore, but to slip away and sail to the door and rise up into the sky, gliding through the clouds until it was very far away.'' -The Boy in the Striped Pajamas
~ John Boyne
A castle called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair.
~ John Bunyan
A great horror and darkness fell upon Christian.
~ John Bunyan
There was a castle called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair.
~ John Bunyan
The sound she is making is the sound hearts make after they're in pieces and the fragments dissolve into the overwhelming sadness of the universe. The power to hear it may be the only privilege of the thoroughly dispossessed.
~ John Burdett
This world is behind enemy lines. Secret powers rule it. But they don't want to kill us with bombs or knives. They want even worse for us. They want to kill the better part of us, the part that hopes. Illnesses and accidents are weapons in their hands, weapons of despair, meant to turn our thoughts down and down to dark and dismal paths.
~ John C. Wright
When the beginnings of self-destruction enter the heart it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.
~ John Cheever
Literature has been our salvation, literature has inspired and guided lovers, routed despair and can perhaps in this case save the world.
~ John Cheever
It's not the despair, Laura. I can take the despair. It's the hope I can't stand. ~ Brian Stimpson, Clockwise
~ John Cleese
Misery loved company, but damnation needed it.
~ John Connolly
She was night without the promise of dawn, darkness without light.
~ John Connolly
He understood the half-life of hope: it is not despair that destroys us, but its opposite. Hope is the winding, despair the unwinding. Despair brings with it the possibility of an ending. Taken to the extreme, its logical conclusion is death. But hope sustains. It can be exploited. Ormsby
~ John Connolly
After all this time, he had hope, and then hope was gone, and he hates himself for giving in to hope. He, who exists only to kill the hopes of others, could not destroy the hope within himself.
~ John Connolly
God would even have forgiven Judas Iscariot, had he asked for His forgiveness. Judas wasn't damned for betraying Christ. He was damned for despairing, for rejecting the possibility that he might be forgiven for what he had done.
~ John Connolly
Those whom you care about—lovers, children—will fall by the wayside, and your love will not be enough to save them.
~ John Connolly
Instead, I felt only a heaviness, like a dark, wet blanket over my consciousness.
~ John Connolly
Story!" The dwarf snorted. "You'll be talking about "happily ever after" next. Do we look happy? There's no happily ever after for us. Miserabily ever after, more like.
~ John Connolly
a sadness that turned the world to gray. He
~ John Connolly
Life seemed entirely composed of weeping faces, old men sneaking up bedroom-stairs, tombstones with spittle trickling down, and black-edged calling-cards. He felt as if the First Cause of the Universe were a small, malignant grub, radiating a deadly blight in withering, centrifugal air-waves!
~ John Cowper Powys
But will she come in time? Oh yes just in time; whenever she comes is just in time; when we have despaired for the thousandth midnight of any such a one ever coming from anywhere, she will arrive, in a tearing hurry, breaking into or out of the last spheres of air, fire, water, earth as though throwing open the successive doors of a long corridor, down which she rushes, her hair streaming and her brow knit, her hand already beside her mouth to call into the ear of our souls Wake up.
~ John Crowley