Quotes About Despair

Plunging into despair my mind began creating the surroundings, taking me on a grand journey through the life I just left. It occurred to me in this process that perhaps we are the god we seek. That through it all, it appears to be external when indeed it emanates from within.

Each of them had been looking for a way out of their own black midnights, and each of them still had a long way to go until they found some kind of dawn.

Humor is... despair refusing to take itself seriously.

The men behind those iron palisades looked like skeletons; their faces were white and waxen from lack of sun. One of them was so emaciated that he seemed unreal. He didn't speak, he didn't wave or gesture, he was simply there, staring — he looked to me like a figure in a wax museum. However, not one of the men there could have spent more than two years and a few days in that jail. Just thinking about it sent a shiver of terror up my spine. Two years!

DIE KARTOFFELSORTIERMASCHINE rüttelte im Bogen=Lampen=Licht: Nichts Niemand Nirgends Nie! / Umdient von 4 Lemuren in fahler Tracht: die Schatten flohen manchmal entsetzt vor ihren eigenen Herren davon. (Zaunzu hülfesuchend? – Bei uns iss ooch keene.)

She stared ahead with eyes where dreams no longer swam, where thoughts no longer had any life. It was that hazy stare of old people behind which was the mysterious nothingness which was drawing nearer, the absolute end, the annihilation of everything and everybody, the awful end in helplessness, grief, grief, and the sleep of everything there is.

Hunger and cold were like two walls with no room for anything else in between but loneliness, in which a man is a stranger even to himself.

The hope killed them," said the old man. "It killed the very best of them. And hopelessness straightened out the very best of us.

Wanhoop kost tijd en als hij iets niet heeft dan is het dat: tijd. Hij zou er ruimte voor moeten maken in zijn agenda. Misschien kan hij van de winter een weekend inruimen voor wanhoop.

If you want to be a private eye, you have to get used to such things as hideous depression and abject despair.

There's a feeling of despair for some, but that's not what we wanted. Because the whole movie is without dialogue, it's more a question than an answer. We wanted to make a question mark so people could project what they wanted onto 'Electroma' - some people see it as sad, some as happy. Everyone is different.

A rabbi should not despair if people do not do as much as they should. Every parent has that with children. God is merciful.

Oh rage! Oh despair! Oh age, my enemy!

Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.

You have a plantation where you have 10 white people and you have about 50 or 60 black people. The automatic thought was, 'Why didn't they raise up? Why didn't they overpower? They had the numbers.' But really these people, their hope was broken. Their sense of love was broken. Their appreciation for who they were was broken.

Death, only, renders hope futile.

As long as I am nothing but a ghost of the civil dead, I can do nothing.

When you want to die, you at least have a goal. You're aiming for something. It's not a good goal, but at least you want something. And you've got anger and fear, but at least you're feeling something.

If we are a people who pray, darkness is apt to be a lot of what our prayers are about. If we are people who do not pray, it is apt to be darkness in one form or another that has stopped our mouths.

Mr. Covey succeeded in breaking me. I was broken in body, soul, and spirit. My natural elasticity was crushed, my intellect languished, the disposition to read departed, the cheerful spark that lingered about my eye died; the dark night of slavery closed in upon me; and behold a man transformed into a brute!

As I writhed under it, I would at times feel that learning to read had been a curse rather than a blessing. It had given me a view of my wretched condition, without the remedy. It opened my eyes to the horrible pit, but to no ladder upon which to get out. In moments of agony, I envied my fellow-slaves for their stupidity.

Do you love tragedies and everything that breaks the heart?

Alas, the time of the most despicable man is coming, he that is no longer able to despise himself. Behold, I show you the last man. 'What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?'—thus asks the last man, and he blinks. The earth has become smaller, and on it hops the man who makes everything small...'We have invented happiness'—say the last men, and they blink.

What does nihilism mean? That the highest values devaluate themselves. The aim is lacking; 'why?' finds no answer.