Quotes About Despair

Not die here in a rage, like a poisoned rat in a hole.

I want to explain everything to him, show him that it's really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.

And ice-cream cones,' she says. 'What is it with you and ice-cream cones?' He licks around the edge of his cone as he considers the question. 'I guess no one ever eats an ice-cream cone at a funeral, or a fire. The Red Cross doesn't drop ice-cream cones into third-world countries. If you're eating an ice-cream cone, it's just very hard to believe that things have gone completely to shit. That there isn't still hope.

Silver is forty-four years old, if you can believe it, out of shape, and depressed—although he doesn't know if you call it depression when you have good reason to be; maybe then you're simply sad, or lonely, or just painfully aware, on a daily basis, of all the things you can never get back.

There's nothing more depressing than waking up in your shoes.

N]o one ever eats an ice-cream cone at a funeral, or a fire. The Red Cross doesn't drop ice-cream cones into third-world countries. If you're eating an ice-cream cone, it's just very hard to believe things have gone completely to shit. That there isn't still hope.

I'm just so fucking depressed, I just can't seem to get out this slump.

Thus Dante's motto over Inferno applies with equal force to marriage: "Ye who enter here leave all hope behind."

Je suis ambitieux, inquiet, il me faut croire que ce que j'écris est exceptionnel, que ce sera admiré, je m'exalte en le croyant et m'effondre quand je cesse d'y croire.

la disperazione è il peccato più grave, perché è il rifiuto a trarre profitto dalle infecondità dell'insuccesso

Nathaniel, who has failed as a writer, decides to commit suicide. He loads his revolver, places it at his side on his desk, and starts to write his letter of farewell. The letter lengthens, brightens, breathes, lives. It is the Masterpiece, the yearned-for Masterpiece! In order to publish it, Nathaniel does not commit suicide.

todo invita al descompromiso.11 La desidia está de moda; está de moda la vida rota, deshilachada, así como los personajes sin mensaje interior.12

Pe cel?lalt taler al balanÈ›ei st? Parisul. Poate pentru c? n-are niciodat? sfârÈ™it. ?i, în plus, e minunat; el face fa?? la tot, tuturor temeiurilor g?site de om pentru a fi nefericit... De ce eram, Doamne, disperat la Paris? Nici c? puteam fi mai idiot." - Enrique Vila-Matas, "Parisul nu are sfârÈ™it

Lo lógico sería que todos los que ven declinar sus vidas gritaran de espanto, no se resignaran a un futuro de mandíbula colgando y babeo irremediable, y aún menos a ese brutal despedazarse que es la muerte, porque morir es rasgarse en mil pedazos que empiezan a desperdigarse vertiginosamente para siempre, sin testigos.

If one truly has lost hope, one would not be on hand to say so.

Despair is a concern of the Adult, while in depression it is the Child who has the executive power. Hopefulness, enthusiasm or a lively interest in one's surroundings is the opposite of depression; laughter is the opposite of despair.

There is no hope for the human race, but there is hope for individual members of it.

Despair is a concern of the Adult, while in depression it is the Child who has the executive power.

At least I admit that I don't know. I know that things are fucked up, beyond belief, and I have nothing original to say about it.

It offended him and mocked him: the fact that the world didn't die when his heart did.

There's no hope for someone who doesn't even know what hope is

There is no loneliness greater than the loneliness of a failure. The failure is a stranger in his own house.

Disappointment is a sort of bankruptcy - the bankruptcy of a soul that expends too much in hope and expectation.

To a man utterly without a sense of belonging, mere life is all that matters. It is the only reality in an eternity of nothingness, and he clings to it with shameless despair.