Quotes About Despair

Deeply encased in snow, I couldn't move and couldn't see, save what my mind could see if I chose to use it, and wishing to die, I used nothing

The bluff heartiness, the posturing, the inflamed face, the badinage were missing. He was gray-white and his eyes were swollen and bloodshot.

To his distress, the Queen suddenly burst into a passion of weeping and said it was plain [she] was to be miserable as long as [she] lived, whatever [she] did.

The windows were boarded up, allowing in no light. I take it this isn't your apartment. You think I'd take you to my home? Hope springs eternal.

He kissed the salty tears from her cheeks, her jaw, her neck. And then he kissed her mouth, slowly at first, tasting her pain and despair. Tasting her desire. He didn't know whether he turned her in his arms, or whether she shifted herself. He only knew she was astride him, facing him, her long legs wrapped around his hips, and the kissing had gone long past comfort.

Too bad he took a tumble out that window when he was too drunk to know what he was doing, she said, cheerfully callous. It'll be a cold day in hell before I ever let a man near me again.

I'm a roomful of broken hearts

Sifting through these layers of belongings while Ira stood mute behind her, Maggie had a sudden view of her life as circular. It forever repeated itself, and it was entirely lacking in hope.

They couldn't see how maddening death really was, how colossally pointless in every way.

Stephen watched the packets of lives with their memories and loves go spinning and vomiting into the ground. Death had no meaning, but still the numbers of them went on and on and in that new infinity there was still horror.

In God's name, she thought, let the more loving one be someone else; for me it is beyond endurance.

Many times I hav elaid down and longed for death. No future generation will ever know what this was like. They will never understand. When it is over we will go quietly among them living and we will note tell them. We will talk and step and go about our business like human beings. We will seal what we have seen in the silence of our hearts and no words will reach us.

He tried to sleep, but his head was filled with the faces of lunatics, their palsied hands, their shattered eyes.

Suppose now, not to give them flour, lard. Just dead inside

What do I want to say? I myself do not quite understand. Only that today, when for the glory of God Mokichi and Ichizo moaned, suffered and died, I cannot bear the monotonous sound of the dark sea gnawing at the shore. Behind the depressing silence of this sea, the silence of God....the feeling that while men raise their voices in anguish God remains with folded arms, silent.

Ne mogu da podnesem monotoni zvuk sumornog mora, ?utanje Boga... saznanje da dok ljudi glasno pate - Bog ostaje skrštenih ruku, nem.

Levantó el pie. Le dolía con un dolor sordo, pesado... Esto era más que una fórmula. Él, en este momento, estaba a punto de pisotear lo más bello que había soñado en su vida, lo que había creído más puro, lo que llenaba el ideal y los sueños de los hombres...

Aku tahu betul tentunya bahwa dosa terbesar terhadap Tuhan adalah keputusasaan; namun keheningan Tuhan ini tak bisa kumengerti. Tuhan melindungi orang jujur ketika orang-orang lain yang tak bertuhan mati di sekelilingnya. Sepatutnyalah dia pergi ketika api membakar kota-kota di dataran itu. Tetapi sekarang negeri tandus gersang ini sudah terbakar sebelum buah-buah di pohon menjadi masak, Tidakkah seharusnya Tuhan berbicara barang sepatah kata saja kepada umatnya?

The nature of hope is curious to me. It can sustain us through the darkest of times. It can buoy us above every reasonable expectation of despair. Yet hope can shatter us just as readily as the darkness can. People refer to it as false hope, but I think that's misleading, because the feeling itself is painfully true. It is a treacherous hope, more precisely. A dangerous one.

Sometimes you just gotta accept that hope is gone.

Sleeping is much safer than the nightmare I'm living. When I sleep I feel nothing and I do nothing and I see nothing and nothing matters and no one cares. There's no one to hurt or disappoint or notice when I'm low and I don't need to face anyone not anyone in the world or not even myself.

As wretched as she was, she wanted Harry to be miserable, too. And yet, she was aware of an underlying sense of sadness. Theirs may have been the first war in which there were no winners, only losers.

In the past few months, life had lost its sweetness and he'd lost his way. But no longer. Death was once again the enemy, his indifference and apathy drowned in a Cheshire pond.

Surely there comes a moment in every human's life when he or she says, like the Sibyl - I wish to die.