Quotes About Despair

If one were at every moment conscious of what one knew - if, for example, the sentiment of foundationlessness were both continual and intense - one would kill oneself or allow oneself to slip into imbecility. One exists thanks to the moments when one forgets certain truths.

Simt c? mor de singur?tate, de iubire, de disperare, de ur? ÅŸi de tot ce lumea asta îmi poate oferi.

Am împins pân? la viciu vocaÅ£ia tristeÅ£ii.

Ho trascinato tutti i miei si nel fango e ormai non aderisco al mondo più di un anello al dito di uno scheletro.

Vague a l'ame — melancholy yearning for the end of the world.

Lacul Soustons, ora dou? dup?-amiaz?. Vîsleam. Deodat?, fulgerat de o reminiscen?? de vocabular: 'All is of no avail' (nimic nu serveÅŸte la nimic). S? fi fost singur, m? aruncam pe dat? în ap?. Niciodat? n-am simÅ£it cu asemenea violen?? nevoia s? termin cu toate.

Faptul c? exist eu dovede?te c? lumea nu are nici un sens.

Cada individuo es un compañero de desconsuelo

Beatitude through suffering is an illusion, since it requires a reconciliation to the fatality of pain in order to avoid total annihilation.

Emily Dickinson: «I felt a funeral in my brain».1 Podría añadir, como Mademoiselle de Lespinasse, «en todos los momentos de mi vida». Funeral perpetuo del espíritu.

Deprimarea pe care-o exprim? ochii gorilei. Un mamifer funebru. Din privirea lui m? trag eu.

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

What could they expect from this world, those who sense, beyond the normal limits, life, loneliness, despair, and death?

After having struggled madly to solve all problems, after having suffered on the heights of despair, in the supreme hour of revelation, you will find that the only answer, the only reality, is silence.

As far back as I can remember, I've utterly destroyed within myself the pride of being human. And I saunter to the periphery of the Race like a timorous monster, lacking the energy to claim kinship with some other band of apes.

A little more fervor in my nihilism and I might — gainsaying everything — shake off my doubts and triumph over them. But I have only the taste of negation, not its grace.

Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately it is within no one's reach.

A philosopher is saved from mediocrity only by skepticism or mystique, these two forms of despair in the front of knowledge. Mystique is an escape from knowledge, and skepticism is knowledge without hope. In both kinds world is not a solution.

There are nights that the most ingenious torturers could not have invented. We emerge from them in pieces, stupid, dazed, with neither memories nor anticipations, and without even knowing who we are. And it is then that the day seems useless, light pernicious, even more oppressive than the darkness.

Être moderne, c'est bricoler dans l'incurable.

A man who survives himself despises himself without acknowledging as much, sometimes without even knowing as much.

And this nothing, this everything, cannot give life a meaning, but it nonetheless makes life persevere in what it is: a state of non-suicide.

You with your veins full of night — you have no more place among men than an epitaph in the middle of a circus.

When someone complains that his life has come to nothing, we need merely remind him that life itself is in an analogous situation, if not worse.