Quotes About Despair

The world's whole sap is sunk:The general balm th' hydroptic earth hath drunk,Whither, as to the bed's-feet, life is shrunk,Dead and interr'd; yet all these seem to laugh,Compared with me, who am their epitaph.

TIS the year's midnight, and it is the day's, Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks ; The sun is spent, and now his flasks Send forth light squibs, no constant rays ; The world's whole sap is sunk ; The general balm th' hydroptic earth hath drunk, Whither, as to the bed's-feet, life is shrunk, Dead and interr'd ; yet all these seem to laugh, Compared with me, who am their epitaph.

O! I shall soon despair, when I shall see That Thou lovest mankind well, yet wilt not choose me, And Satan hates me, yet is loth to lose me.

The wretched have no friends.

The pathos of life is worse than the tragedy.

My heart is empty & my life has no value anymore. Each moment a thousand tears.

No day in all my life had ever been as cruel as this one.

I hate grunge. It was the worst period of my life.

Please, understand that your life is bad and dreary!

I loved music, but I found myself at the point where I wanted to die. I didn't care about life.

And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.

All my life I've always been so blue, born to lose, and now I'm losing you.

Life is a long drawn out lie, with a sniffling sigh at the end of it.

I'd like a drink. I desire to forget life. Life is a hideous invention by somebody I don't know. It doesn't last, and it's good for nothing. You break your neck simply living.

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

I am sick of this way of life. The weariness and sadness of old age make it intolerable. I have walked with death in hand, and death's own hand is warmer than my own. I don't wish to live any longer.

I am afraid of falling into hopeless despair, over my wasted life, and I am still not sure how it happened.

A world made to be lost, - A bitter life 'twixt pain and nothing tost.

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

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. It's not so much, what's the point? It's more like, what's the difference?

Have you ever been torn between two impossibilities and knew in your heart that no matter which way you went or which path you chose that you were doomed to unhappiness?

If my life had no meaning there was no reason not to end it.

I scream for everything that has gone wrong. I scream for everything broken in our lives.

Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.