Quotes About Despair

I should have been reminded that disappointment produces despair and despair produces bitterness, and that the one thing certain about bitterness is its blindness. Bitterness

out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope

The darkest hour of our struggle had become the hour of victory. Disappointment, sorrow, and despair are born at midnight, but morning follows. I

Today's despair is a poor chisel to carve out tomorrow's justice.

As long as the hope was fulfilled there was little questioning of nonviolence. But when the hopes were blasted, when people came to see that in spite of progress their conditions were still insufferable, when they looked out and saw more poverty, more school segregation and more slums, despair began to set in.

When I think of the confessions I hear of hatred and malice toward relatives over inheritance, I come close to despair.

But only a person in the depths of despair neglected to look beyond winter to the spring that inevitably followed, bringing back color and life and hope.

Life was very sad if there were not - and unbearably so if one's experience with romantic love turned one into an incurable cynic.

The idea that love conquers all may seem to be a foolishly idealistic one, but I believe in it nonetheless. How can I believe otherwise? If love cannot conquer all, what can? Hatred? Violence? Despair?

When such men, who are beyond hope and fear, begin in their dim minds to see the source their woes, it may be an evil time for those who have wronged them. The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair. High and strong the chateaux, lowly and weak the brushwood hut; but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge! Through

There are no inhabitants of this land of despair. A band of Pawnees or of Blackfeet may occasionally traverse it in order to reach other hunting-grounds, but the hardiest of the braves are glad to lose sight of those awesome plains, and to find themselves once more upon their prairies.

lethargy which springs from despair.

I don't know what to do and my whole life seems to have gone to pieces.

Of all ruins, that of a fine man is the saddest.

Most nights I lay on my futon I was sick with anxiety, and felt a pit inside myself as big and empty as if the world were nothing more than giant hall empty of people.

Solitary confinement is rock bottom, it's absolute unfreedom.

There is only one prospect worse than being chained to an intolerable existence: The nightmare of a botched attempt to end it.

I believe in work. If somebody doesn't create something, however small it may be, he gets sick. An awful lot of people feel that they're treading water -- that if they vanished in smoke, it wouldn't mean anything at all in this world. And that's a despairing and destructive feeling. It'll kill you.

Elizabeth, with sarcasm and a sense of being lost: Oh indeed! Indeed!

Was there any love here? When he needed her, she vomited. And when you needed him, he laughed. What was unbearable is not that it fell apart, it was that there was never anything here.

Ah — h — h — h,' he said. 'I wish I was dead: an' kep' a cawfy shop.

I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.