Quotes About Despair

bleak stretch between January and March when old folks lose the will to live.

I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness. Oh? Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. And we laugh, we laugh, with a will, in the beginning. But it's always the same thing. Yes, it's like the funny story we have heard too often, we still find it funny, but we don't laugh any more.

What about hanging ourselves? Hmm. It'd give us an erection. An erection! With all that follows. Where it falls mandrakes grow. That's why they shriek when you pull them up. Did you not know that? Let's hang ourselves immediately!

Anything worse than what I do, without knowing what, or why, I have never been able to conceive, and that doesnt surprise me, for I never tried. For had I been able to conceive something worse than what I had I would have known no peace until I got it, if I know anything about myself.

To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.

To contrive a little kingdom, in the midst of the universal muck, then shit on it, ah that was me all over.

That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.

love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing

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

Idleness and timidity often despair without being overcome, and forbear attempts for fear of being defeated; and we may promote the invigoration of faint endeavors, by showing what has already been performed.

Wretched un-idea'd girls.

But Lord! how everybody's looks, and discourse in the street, is of death, and nothing else; and few people going up and down, that the town is like a place distressed and forsaken.

Guilt is a timorous thing ere perpetration; despair alone makes guilty men be bold.

Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,And cursed me with his eye.

I think we could be happy. But there isn't any way to save this world.

Some people, I saw, had drowned right away, and some people were drowning in slow motion, drowning a little bit at a time, and would be drowning for years. And some people, like Mick, had always been drowning, they just didn't know what to call it until now.

I'd been so alone that I'd thought it was just the feeling of life when it went on too long.

I had no idea what he was referring to. It could have been Vic. Or it could have been the shooting in front of the restaurant the other day. I had the thought that maybe he wanted me to forget everything—the ruin, the despair, the blood. Maybe he was part of a committee to help people remember New Orleans before and forget New Orleans now.

I didn't tell her I'd been there. I didn't tell her I was still there. I didn't tell her: I hate myself that much every day. I didn't tell her: the only thing that saved me is gone and never coming back. I didn't tell her: I will be there again, and I will be there so often I will come to believe it's my natural habitat.

You Know What They Say About Hope. It Breeds Eternal Misery. -Spencer Hastings