Quotes About Despair

Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.

I felt as I hadn't felt for ages. I had a foolish desire to burst into tears. for the first time I'd realized how all these people loathed me.

It seems like every time I start to feel good, something really awful happens. It's like... it's really terrible.

My heart is broken. It really is. All the signs are there. I can't sleep- not even burgers. Every time the phone rings, my pulse leaps... But it's never for me, it's never him.

Disappointment, discouragement, and despair are nothing but the bitter fruit of an unfulfilled expectation allowed to live beyond its time.

Once you lost all hope, time began to go faster and the senseless days deadened your soul.

This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

Habits begin to form at the very first repetition. After that there is a tropism toward repetition, for the patterns involved are defenses , bulwarks against time and despair.

There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair.

You give up your future, lose your dreams, are stained with despair . . . Yet at the same time you shake off your past, fight reality, and never lose your nobility.

Sin is in itself separation from the good, but despair over sin is separation a second time.

Each time I think there is no place lower to go, I find that there is at least one place that will mess you up worse than you were.

For the time being I have seen enough of living things, of dogs, of men, of all flabby masses which move spontaneously.

If the soul be pure, then shall she obtain favor and rejoice in the latter day; but if she hath been defiled, then shall she wander for a time in pain and despair.

It was at this time that she entirely gave up on reading. The covers of books looked like coffins to her, either shabby or ornate, and what was inside them might as well have been dust.

The only time I'll get good reviews is if I kill myself.

I cannot remember the time when I have not longed for death. ... for years and years I used to watch for death as no sick man ever watched for the morning.

Where does a man go when there are no more corners to turn, when he's running out of hope, out of luck, out of time?

I tied down time with a rope but it came back. Then I put my head in a death bowl and my eyes shut up like clams. They didn't come back.

When hope is gone, time is punishment.

Instead of expecting all and being lowered into despair each time I get less, I expect nothing now and, occasionally, I get a little, and am more than a little happy.

Peace had failed her and Ashley had failed her, both in the same day, and it was as if the last crevice in the shell had been sealed, the final layer hardened. She had

he kept getting glimmers of hope—hope that died instantly when he moved the chairs aside and saw nothing there.

The darkness is killing us.