Quotes About Despair

I awoke with an insatiable desire to end my life.

How lonely it is!To be drowning, in a placewhere everyone can swim.

I don't see how anyone can find happiness in this world.

It is painful for the plant which is myself to live in the atmosphere and light of this world. Somewhere an element is lacking which would permit me to continue.

Hope is a mistake. If you cant fix what's broken, you will go insane.

There was a moment in my life when I really wanted to kill myself. And there was one other moment when I was close to that. . . . But even in my most jaded times, I had some hope.

And there he was waiting for the song to end, but it started again, like it's on repeat, maybe he is never meant to be happy, maybe this is the only feeling life has for him.

Depression is very real. It'll back you into a dark room, slap you across the face, spit in your eyes, scream in your ears, and punch you in the gut - Until you give in.

There's a big difference, I discovered, between wanting to die and not wanting to live. When you want to die, you at least have a goal. When you don't want to live, you're really just empty.

as i sit here looking at the window, i feel broken and empty.

Life sucks, then you die.

It's not that I wanted to die . I just wanted to go to sleep for long enough for my life to find some meaning again.

There's a moment in everybody's life when you're hopeless, just hopeless with hope and trust. And then something happens, something too big to understand, and then everything changes

There is a grotesquerie to grief as well. You lose the sense of your existence being rational, or justifiable. You feel absurd.

She's too sad to be beautiful. No one that sad can still be beautiful.

She has failed. She wishes she didn't mind. Something, she thinks, is wrong with her.

Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peaceAnd rest can never dwell, hope never comesThat comes to all.

High on a throne of royal state, which farOutshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,Or where the gorgeous East with richest handShowers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'dTo that bad eminence; and from despairThus high uplifted beyond hope, aspiresBeyond thus high, insatiate to pursueVain war with heav'n.

Me miserable! which way shall I flyInfinite wrath, and infinite despair?Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;And in the lowest deep a lower deep,Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide,To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev'd.

Moloch, scepter'd king,Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spiritThat fought in heav'n; now fiercer by despair.

To live a life half dead, a living death.

Me miserable! Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

Hell has no benefits, only torture.