Quotes About Despair

I'm a suicide. I walked right spang over the edge of life and disappeared. Splash! Bubble-bubble! There goes nothing.

As if at the age of eighteen life already sucked beyond any hope of improvement.

Kugel was a firm believer that death was not always a bad thing - that life often reached such levels of crapitude that dying was preferable to living.

You know, if my life was a horse, I'd shoot it. (Susan)

The man from whom the joys of life have departed is living no more, but should be counted with the dead.

There will come into every life moments of despair and the need for direction from a divine source-even an unspoken plea for help.

My life's dream has been a perpetual nightmare.

Faith is not something that one has; faith is something that one practices at the very moment in your life when you really don't believe anything, and you're in the worst kind of despair.

Corpus Bones! I utterly loathe my life.

My life was over, finished, and I'd never seen Pearl Jam play live

I sighed. "What is life but fleeting moments of happiness strung together on necklace of despair?

Life is absolutely unbearable. And we're going to die.

I think, life is miserable.

So what's the use of repentence, and what do you care for goodness, and what if you should die in a quake, so who the hell cares? So I walked downtown, so these were the high buildings, so let the earthquake come, let it bury me and my sins, so who the hell cares? No good to God or man, die one way or another, a quake or a hanging, it didn't matter why or when or how.

So what's the use of repentance, and what do you care for goodness, and what if you should die in a quake, so who the hell cares? So I walked downtown, so these were the high buildings, so let the earthquake come, let it bury me and my sins, so who the hell cares? No good to God or man, die one way or another, a quake or a hanging, it didn't matter why or when or how.

He'd just have to lie there and die, watched over by strange stars who didn't know him, didn't care for him. It was very sad, really.

And then the world turned red, then black. And there was nothing any more.

Help me, Lord, I'm slipping through. Help me, Lord, I'm falling. I'm being pulled in to a dense black hole from which there's no returning. It's yawning wide; it's sucking me in, but there's nothing to see. It's black as sin. Help me, Lord, I'm sinking down. Help me, Lord, I'm drowning... Adrian Rumble

It's despair at the lack of feeling, of love, of reason in the world. It's despair that anyone can even contemplate the idea of dropping a bomb or ordering that it should be dropped. It's despair that so few of us care. It's despair that there's so much brutality and callousness in the world. It's despair that perfectly normal young men can be made vicious and evil because they've won a lot of money. And then do what you've done to me.

Many-colored mosses, sickly green, pale, feverish red, yellow like fear, black like despair, purple like the lips of a strangled man, clung there.

I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...

How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...

surely by now you must know: It's love; it's love—but will there ever be good news?...

If you had asked me the day before whether high school could get any worse, I would have bet you everything I had that I had sunk to the lowest I could get. Yet here I was, at a whole new sub-level I had never imagined.