Quotes About Despair

There's something inside me, something as hard as an iron bar, that crushes my will and stops every flicker of enthusiasm or desire. I strip my heart bare, and have a soul as black as any pitch. The thought that mine is not an isolated case offers me no consolation.

Oh, these splinters of hope that pierce my heart every now and then, more wounding than despair itself!

Algunos días detestaba el mar; era monótono e infinito como la ausencia.

I wondered how many people managed to go on living when there was nothing to be hoped from within.

Não há salvação. Nem mesmo a embriagez do desespero e a resolução cega, porque tu estás aí, nessa cama, na luz selvagem da tua morte.

El espantoso descenso al fondo de la tristeza. Por lo mismo que uno está triste, no tiene más ganas de hacer nada alegre. Ya nunca pongo un disco cuando me levanto.Ya nunca escucho música, no voy más al cine, no me compro nada que me guste.

We are living through a period bereft of a future. Waiting for that which is to come is no longer a matter of hope, but of anguish.

It is only necessary to know that love is a direction and not a state of the soul. If one is unaware of this, one falls into despair at the first onslaught of affliction. He whose soul remains ever turned toward God though the nail pierces it finds himself nailed to the very center of the universe. It is the true center; it is not in the middle; it is beyond space and time; it is God.

You could not have wished to be born at a better time than this, when everything is lost.

No hay esperanza para el vagabundo que está de pie en el magistrado. Si a través de sus balbuceos brota algo desgarrador que atraviesa el alma, no será escuchado ni por el magistrado, ni por los circunstantes. Es un grito mudo. Y los desgraciados entre ellos son casi siempre también sordos, los unos para los otros. Y cada desgraciado, bajo la presión de la indiferencia general, trata, mediante la mentira o la inconsciencia, de hacerse sordo a sí mismo.

Babbitt knew that in this place of death Paul was already dead. And as he pondered on the train home something in his own self seemed to have died: a loyal and vigorous faith in the goodness of the world, a fear of public disfavor, a pride in success.

There was nothing to say to tragedy that had outlived hope.

We reach. We gasp. And what is left in our hands at the end? A shadow. Or a worse than a shadow - misery.

Tut! Tut!' cried Sherlock Holmes. 'You must act, man, or you are lost. Nothing but energy can save you. This is no time for despair.

Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time.

My sufferings I can compare to nothing else than the burning agonies of hell!

No mortal is happy, and all men on earth who look upon the sun are wretched.

Chiapas, he says, is 'a cemetary with no crosses, where people die without even getting a prayer.

Of all the crap, crap, crappy nights I've ever had in the whole of my crap life. On a scale of one to 10, we're talking...a minus 6. And it's not like I even have very high standards.

God, love is crap. It's crap.

Only a fool could be in love with death.

What do I care for life when you are dead?

ORESTES: Just to see the outline of your suffering ELECTRA: Yet this is only a fraction of it you see.

What an ugly, loveless life for a girl.