Quotes About Despair

On bad days, I could feel the whole year swinging underneath me like a dead thing.

I studied the photo of the boy, the one who had died six years ago, and wished I were dead. Dead people didn't have to do homework.

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air beat upward to god's throne in loud access of shrieking and reproach

By anguish which made pale the sun, I hear Him charge his saints that none Among his creatures anywhere Blaspheme against Him with despair, However darkly days go on.

Whatever's lost, it first was won.

I tell you hopeless grief is passionless.

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Flush likes civilised life, and the society of little dogs with turned-up tails, such as Florence abounds with. Unhappily it abounds also with fleas, which afflict poor Flush to the verge sometimes of despair. Fancy Robert and me down on our knees combing him, with a basin of water on one side! He suffers to such a degree from fleas that I cannot bear to witness it. He tears off his pretty curls through the irritation. Do you know of a remedy?

Hope: with all the strength thou usest In embracing thy despair

When you are a certain age or when you have lost certain things and people, Aimee's crippling grief will make a terrible poisoned dark sense.

The deeps stretched out before him, chilling his soul and leaving him quailing and courageless in their regard.

I felt even more hollow than I had.

Sometimes he thought he plunged through darkness eternally and heard nothing but the Devil's amiable laughter, and knew nothing but the heat of his own Hell.

She never called, but she was there always, just at the edge of his awareness. He knew her despair and her grief. She punished herself. He thought she must not understand how she punished him, as well.

A wild, sleepless sorrow hovered inside my chest.

She was in that flagging mood when to go on living seems only to load more unmeaning moments on to your memory.

Darling, I don't want you; I've got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don't want the whole of anyone. I haven't wanted to hurt you; I haven't wanted to touch you in any way. When I try and show you the truth I fill you with such despair. Life is so much more impossible than you think.

The way downhill, into the bottomless incredulity which is despair, was incandescent with flowering chestnut trees.

I don't know what's come over this place,' Maud stated. 'However, the Lord did, so in despair He showed me what I had better do.' 'And did the Lord suggest your sticking up your father for ten shillings?' 'No, I thought of that,' said Maud, not turning a hair.

Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don't need to show me thier badges. I know these guys very well.

She lived too close to despair to have any strength left for self-knowledge. She might have been able to acknowledge herself unloved but to know herself unloving was beyond her strength.

Suffering had had an effect with which she was familiar. The refusal of self-pity and despair had turned it from lead to fire, burning up the subterfuges and dishonesties below the surface of the inherited veneer of manners and thought that most men and women think are their true selves, and the veneer with them.

The measure of her bitterness was the measure of her failure.

Don't tell me I didn't love him, don't...just don't act like you know what it feels like to lose someone who left without a goodbye. Someone who you spent your days praying to make him smile and then he just leaves, he leaves without a goodbye...