Quotes About Despair

Mi-am pierdut, în contact cu oamenii, toat? prospeÅ£imea nevrozelor. (Silogismele amaraciunii)

I believe in the salvation of humanity, in the future of cyanide...

There is a whole range of melancholy: it begins with a smile and a landscape and ends with the clang of a broken bell in the soul

Only the mediocre want to die of old age. Suffer, then, drink pleasure to its last dregs, cry or laugh, scream in despair or with joy, sing about death or love, for nothing will endure! Morality can only make life a long series of missed opportunities.

Cînd nu te mai simti deloc om si continui totusi a iubi, contradictia se mareste într-o suferinta nespusa, infernala.

Sunt prea trist spre a fi n?scut pentru iubire!

There are people to whom gain is unimportant, who are hopelessly unhappy and lonely.

Frivolous, disconnected, an amateur at everything, I shall have known thoroughly only the disadvantage of having been born.

Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves.

What they ask you for is actions, proofs, works, and all you can produce are transformed tears.

Plictiseala? O convalescenta incurabila.

We had nothing to say to one another, and while I was manufacturing my phrases I felt that earth was falling through space and that I was falling with it at a speed that made me dizzy.

Ce-i vom raspunde oarbei care se plange in poezia lui Rilke: «nu mai pot trai asa cu cerul pe mine»? Oare am mangaia-o de i-am spune ca nu mai putem trai cu pamantul sub noi?

By capitulating to life, this world has betrayed nothingness. . . . I resign from movement, and from my dreams. Absence! You shall be my sole glory. . . . Let "desire" be forever stricken from the dictionary, and from the soul! I retreat before the dizzying farce of tomorrows. And if I still cling to a few hopes, I have lost forever the faculty of hoping

We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.

I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me.

Dup? ce am condus-o pe S. la gar?, deprimare vecin? cu sinuciderea. Vid, vid, vid!

I am like a broken puppet whose eyes have fallen inside.

The one who had not ever conceived his own annulment, who had not foreseen the resource of the cord, the bullet, the poison or the sea, is a debased prisoner or a crawling worm on the cosmic carrion. This world can take off us everything, it can forbid us everything, but nobody can't prevent us our self-abolition.

Exist? o întreag? gam? a melancoliei: începe prin surâs ÅŸi peisaj ÅŸi sfârÅŸeÅŸte în dang?t de clopot spart în suflet. De aici, gustul diferit al lacrimilor.

Cerul senin ne oblig? la mai multe întrist?ri decât cel cenuÈ™iu, c?ci ne pune în faÈ›a prea multor speranÈ›e la care n-avem curajul pe când ultimul ne îngroap? f?r? speranÈ›e.

Unlike Job, I have not cursed the day I was born; all the other days, on the contrary, I have covered with my anathemas. …

Any and all water is the color of drowning.

We are all deep in a hell each moment of which is a miracle.