Quotes About Despair

At the climax of failure, at the moment when shame is about to do us in, suddenly we are swept away by a frenzy of pride which lasts only long enough to drain us, to leave us without energy, to lower, with our powers, the intensity of our shame.

In mijlocul unor peisaje prea frumoase, ne simÅ£im întreaga putreziciune ÅŸi ne este lehamite de cadavrul pe care-1 tîrîm dup? noi.

You kill yourself only if, in some respects, you have always been outside of it all.

Kill yourself because of what you are, yes, but not because all humanity would spit in your face!

I don't need any support, encouragement, or consolation because, although I am the lowest of men, I feel nonetheless so strong, so hard, so savage! For I am the only man who lives with- out hope, the apex of heroism and paradox.

Viata se creeaza in delir si se desface in plictis.

In numele si sub teroarea ei (plictiselii, n.m.) parasesc oamenii caminul si moartea agreabila legata de el si se avanta in lume, spre a muri undeva fara acoperis si fara lacrimi; adolescentii se gandesc la sinucideri in zile infinite de primavara, iar servitoarele fara amanti se lamenteaza duminicile, de parca inima lor e un cimitir in care mortii nu pot dormi.

Daca n-ar fi iubit durerea, n-ar fi avut nevoie sa nascoceasca iadul — utopie a suferintei.

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

?i ce mai pot a?tepta de la lumea aceasta acei care sunt dincolo de normal, via?a, singur?tatea, disperarea sau moartea?

Everything that is engenders, sooner or later, nightmares. Let us try, therefore, to invent something better than being.

Of all that was attempted this side of nothingness, is anything more pathetic than this world, except for the idea which conceived it?

DecepÅ£iile repetate presupun ambiÅ£ii inumane. Oamenii cu adev?rat triÅŸti sunt aceia care, neputând r?sturna totul, s-au acceptat ca ruin? a idealului lor.

Cînd m? gîndesc c? voi împlini 35 de ani în cîteva luni, m? apuc? disperarea; îmb?trînim cu toÅ£ii iremediabil ÅŸi f?r? sc?pare.

Destinul e-o amînare continu? a sinuciderii.

Exist? o mare, o infinit? leg?tur? între insomnie ÅŸi disperare.

What misery a sensation is! Ecstasy itself, perhaps, is nothing more.

Cu rare exceptii "cartile" mele n-au trecere decat la ratati,la decazuti,la dezmosteniti ai soartei (in special femei),la adolescenti,pe scurt la ceea ce este inform si neispravit.

Tot ce nu are un accent de durere- o privire, o vorb?, o carte sau o voce- m? plictise?te de moarte.

Born weary of being born, he chose to be a shade; when, then, did he live, and by the transgression of what birth? And if, living, he wore his shroud, by what miracle did he manage to die?

If just once you were depressed for no reason, you have been so all your life without knowing

Even when they desert hell, men do so only to reconstruct it elsewhere.

Sînt ca o p?pu?? stricat?, cu ochii c?zuÅ£i în?untru." Aceast? vorb? a unui bolnav mintal cînt?reÅŸte mai greu decît toate operele de introspecÅ£ie. (Silogismele amaraciunii)

I feel that I am dying of solitude, of love, of despair, of hatred, of all that this world offers me. (...) Life breeds both plenitude and void, exuberance and depression. What are we when confronted with the interior vortex which swallows us into absurdity?