Quotes About Despair

She cried like someone heartbroken.

And finally, my head pressed into the pillow, I cried, because my life suddenly seemed so much darker and more complicated than I could ever have imagined, and I wished I could go back...

It is the death of hope that comes as the greatest relief

There is nothing redemptive about the loss of a child, no lessons of value it can teach you. It is too big, too overwhelming, too black to articulate. It is a bleak, overwhelming physical pain, shocking in its intensity, and every time you think you might have moved forward an inch it swells back, like a tidal wave, to drown you again.

sobs that contained the death of dreams and the dread knowledge of months of heartbreak ahead.

Department stores were a depressing no-no, as I no longer felt able to spend money.

Lo odio por hacerme sentir así. Por darme esperanzas y luego tirar todo por la borda.

Now I sat on a moulded plastic chair, my mind numb, my gaze fixed on a wall, unable to tell how long I had been there. I couldn't think. I couldn't feel. I just existed: me, the plastic chair, the squeaky linoleum under my bloodied tennis shoes.

There was no one left to anchor her to the earth, no one who cared about her. There was nothing to go on to, nothing to return to.

and for the first time since I had embarked upon my plan, I felt properly despondent.

I thought about the warm skin and soft hair and hands of someone living, someone who was far cleverer and funnier than I would ever be and who still couldn't see a better future than to obliterate himself.

He can't bear it. I've sat there with him and there is nothing I can say to the guy, nothing that is going to make it any better. He's been dealt the shittiest hand of cards you can imagine.

I told him I loved him," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And he just said it wasn't enough." Her eyes were wide and bleak. "How am I supposed to live with that?

I felt, briefly, on the edge of tears. I had looked forward to an evening full of giggling children, delicious food, and laughter. Instead I was going to be a shadow again, a silent prop in an icy room.

Znate li kako se ?ovek ose?a kada se kona?no prepusti svojoj sudbini? Skoro da vam do?e da pozdravite to ose?anje. Više ne?e biti ni bola ni straha ni ?ežnje. Nema ve?eg olakšanja od onog koje donosi smrt nade.

The coward, then, is a despairing sort of person; for he fears everything," Aristotle wrote. "The brave man, on the other hand, has the opposite disposition; for confidence is the mark of a hopeful disposition.

It's very hard not to commit cancer suicide in America.

To paraphrase Maurice Blanchot, it [24/7] is both of and after the disaster, characterized by the empty sky, in which no star or sign is visible, in which one's bearings are lost and orientation is impossible. p.17

When I listen to music, I don't want to hear about flowers. I like death and destruction.

They held each other and wept as the night closed its fist around their tiny shelter, and the world below them seethed with killers both living and dead.

Sometimes there aren't words, Benny knew. Sometimes there are hurts so deep that they exist in a country that has no spoken language, a place where all landscapes are blighted and no sun ever shines. Benny had left his footprints in the dust of that place.

The high is, according to the junkies, worth the side effect. For the record, this is one of the reasons I hate people.

No one replied to that. It was a hopeful statement, but hope seemed to be lying dead somewhere out in the Ruin. For Benny, hope had died with a little girl back at Sanctuary. He looked for some inside his heart, but all he found there was a dark and murderous rage.

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.