Quotes About Despair

So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.

And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, / Went home and put a bullet through his head.

The killing beast that cannot killSwells and swells in his fury tillYou'd almost think it was despair.

Sai bene che quando l'amore si spegne è più freddo della morte. Il problema è che le due parti in causa non si spengono contemporaneamente e quando sei la parte ancora accesa, preferiresti essere morto.

Per un pò ci ho provato, ma sai bene che quando l'amore si spegne è più freddo della morte. Il problema è che le due parti in causa non si spengono contemporaneamente e quando sei la parte ancora accesa preferiresti essere morto.

Between dreams stand hope and despair, which cause a feeling of relief and grief.

Nope, I am destroyed. A shattered boat of a person. A broken window here, a lousy bell there. An old crappy dyke with half a brain leaking into a book. A drippy excrescence. A schmear.

Everything I did was something to fix me. With all my heart I was trying to be dead.

Love, we say, is life but love without hope and faith is agonizing death.

And I sometimes think that a moment of touching is the difference between complete utter despair and the ability to carry on.

I felt squeezed in that vise along with the mass of everyday things and people, and I had a bad taste in my mouth, a permanent sense of nausea that exhausted me, as if everything, thus compacted, and always tighter, were grinding me up, reducing me to a repulsive cream.

Is it so easy—I thought—to die in the life of the people we can't live without?

Women without love lose the light in their eyes, women without love die while they are still alive.

I'm laughing, I apologized, at the situation, at you, who've wanted to kill Nino forever, and at me, who if he showed up now would say to you: Yes, kill him. I'm laughing out of despair, because I've never been so offended, because I feel humiliated in a way that I don't know if you can imagine, because at this moment I'm so ill that I think I'm fainting.

Disgust at the torments that shackle us, the chains of heavy life.

È brutto il cerchio del giorno vuoto, quando la sera ti si stringe intorno al collo come un cappio.

Si rien ne pouvait nous sauver, ni l'argent, ni le corps d'un homme, ni même les études, autant tout détruire immédiatement.

The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose.

If nothing could save us, not money, not a male body, and not even studying, we might as well destroy everything immediately.

El amor es una enfermedad muy triste, Clementina, muy triste...–exclamó Rosalía.

It may well be that our means are fairly limited and our possibilities restricted when it comes to applying pressure on our government. But is this a reason to do nothing? Despair is nor an answer. Neither is resignation. Resignation only leads to indifference, which is not merely a sin but a punishment

Look, if I were alone in the world, I would have the right to choose despair, solitude and self-fulfillment. But I am not alone.

Rejected by mankind, the condemned do not go so far as to reject it in turn. Their faith in history remains unshaken, and one may well wonder why. They do not despair. The proof: they persist in surviving not only to survive, but to testify.The victims elect to become witnesses.

Just as despair can come to one only from other human beings, hope, too, can be given to one only by other human beings.