Quotes About Despair

Styxx was damned and happiness never came to the damned.

Even the devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes that he's there alone. (Acheron)

Even the Devil may cry when he looks around Hell and realizes he's alone.

What are you people talking about?" – Abigail "Nothing important. Just the end of the world as we know it, and for the record, I don't feel fine. Neither will you when it all comes slamming down on your head." – Zarek

There was three or four years of my life where I hated myself and you know, would have quite happily ended it.

Life itself is dispare, so we must make darkness our ally

He looked as though his life had not only passed him by but paused along the way to spit in his face.

I like to describe my life as a black hole with a little light out there.

I had lost too much of the heart and all the faith needed to stay afloat in a job where every human encounter felt like an anvil strung around my neck just when I thought I was nearing the shore.

those who despair of life are not long for it.

There was hell in her eyes! She was worn and jaded Her soul is at war with the life she has led. As I looked on that face so strangely faded I wonder God did not strike me dead.

But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.

Everything seemed meaningless to me. All of a sudden. My own life, the lives of others, of animals of plants, the whole world. It no longer fitted together.

There is always a moment when you think of death as a way easier than life.

The dread of futility has been my life-long plague.

Life is absolutely horrific, leading up to absolute horror.

I wondered if i would spend the rest of my life inventing complicated ways to depress myself.

If you're in despair, you don't know how to be part of your own life anymore.

It was hopeless, life, really. It was set up all wrong.

This affliction--hope--is so cruel and stubborn, I believe it will kill me

At some point, don't voters start to see all of public life as one big polluted river? And if they do, don't they stop saying things like "That's a busted tire floating by" and "That's an old shoe"?

Grief-stricken. Stricken is right; it is as though you had been felled. Knocked to the ground; pitched out of life and into something else.

The healing begins when we can start to feel more gratitude that our child came into our life than despair and outrage that our child died. The gratitude is what heals the despair.

Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.