Quotes About Despair

We have done with Hope and Honor, we are lost to Love and Truth,We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung;And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth.God help us, for we knew the worst too young!

To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned.

I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.

Why, oh why won't she just overdose?

The earthquakes in people's heads, half the city's population was cracked, a rabble of doom-merchants, psychos, ghouls. They could smell a funeral a mile off, and out they crawled, out of the woodwork. A funeral lit them up, it was like fuel, it kept them burning for days.

He was dropped under a streetlamp, the only person left on the bus. A patch of mauled light. Gritty pavement, scarred with a million cigarette burns. Weeds and spit and oil. Place like this, the only glitter was the knife just before it sank in. Place like this, there wasn't any gold.

It has bloomed again, This flower that I thought dead. In one moment of despair And pain, I'd trampled it in the ground Upon this barren plain. Little did I know That it would rise again, This flower that I thought dead. My soul would need A surer weapon than despair To crush a thing so bright, so fair.

think a person who has a subdued settled despair in his mind would all of a sudden feel a kind of bounding and exalting cheerfulness which will be imparted to his frame by the atmosphere of Duiri Tal.   This

I don't want logic right now. I just want to wallow in misery.

Who would hold her when he had to let go? And why did the thought of Thea alone, without him, make him want to tear the world apart for its cruelty?

?çimizde ?eytan var... Can k?r?klar? var. Nefret var, yalanlar var... Bir yan?m?z bizi çoktan terk etmi?, kaç?yor... Melankoli ve hüsran var...

Nothing grieves me more than seeing someone who has given up on the world being forced to smile.

Zaman zaman beni saran hüzünlerin, hayat b?kk?nl???n?n bir ruhi hastal?k alameti olmas?ndan korkard?m. Bir kitab? okurken geçen iki saatin ömrümün birçok senelerinden daha dolu, ehemmiyetli oldu?unu fark edince insan hayat?n?n ürkütücü hiçli?ini dü?ünür ve yeis içinde kal?rd?m.

Per la prima volta fin dall'infanzia andai a dormire senza affliggermi per la mia esistenza vuota e insignificante, e mi addormentai senza disperarmi per la giornata appena trascorsa, che era solo una ripetizione della precedente e non sarebbe stata diversa nemmeno il giorno dopo.

Ben... Ate? gibi yanan kalbimin s?cakl???n? ne kadar sarf etsem bu so?uk tabakay? ?s?tamayaca??m? anl?yorum. Ad?mlar?m hiç kimseninkine uymuyor. Herkes beni yolun ortas?nda b?rak?veriyor... Yolun ortas?nda... Herkes...

It was like looking at heaven from the ferry to hell.

All the same, she cries on the front porch, and I wish I could go over there and hold her. I wish I could rescue her and hold her in my arms. How do people live like this? How do they survive? And maybe that's why I'm here. What if they can't anymore?

Home is where the heart is, I thought now, gathering myself together in Betty's Luncheonette. I had no heart any more, it had been broken; or not broken, it simply wasn't there any more. It had been scooped neatly out of me like the yolk from a hard-boiled egg, leaving the rest of me bloodless and congealed and hollow. I'm heartless, I thought. Therefore I'm homeless.

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

how much needless despair has been caused by a series of biological mismatches, a misalignment of the hormones and pheromones? Resulting in the fact that the one you love so passionately won't or can't love you. As a species we're pathetic that way: imperfectly monogamous.

But reality has too much darkness in it. Too many crows

I feared I might lose my faith. If you've never had a faith, you will not understand what that means. You feel as if your best friend is dying, that everything that defined you is being burned away; that you'll be left all alone.

Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.

February, month of despair, with a skewered heart in the centre.