Quotes About Despair

Terrible, dreepy, dark February weather I remember, and the worst, most frightened days of my life.

Gradually the feeling wears off, and I feel swamped again by the inexplicable pettiness of being alive.

Anxiety eats into the soul and hollows people out from the inside.

tentación: la de rendirse de una vez por todas y entregarse a sí mismo y al resto del mundo a los designios del demonio con una actitud de indiferencia inerte, rayana en la predisposición; la de cometer un suicidio moral con obstinación y maldad.

Una vez que todo da igual, todo está perdido y se ha ido al diablo, ¿por qué no actuar guiados por el más triste e iracundo de los cinismos y sumarse personalmente al bando de los demonios? ¿Por qué no participar plenamente mientras resuena una carcajada burlona en nuestro interior?

La segunda tentación consistía en la amargura, en el propio abandono masoquista al odio, al sufrimiento y a un pesimismo sin barreras.

Vad brydde han sig om att leva, när inte den lilla flickan kom tillbaka?

Here's what I think: there are neither major nor minor tragedies. Tragedies exist. Some can be described. There are others for which every heart is too small. Those kind cannot fit in the heart.

She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.

Those whom fortune has never favored are more joyful than those whom she has deserted.

To die, one must first have been alive. And the Beast could finally say that by finding love, he had lived.

To die, one must have first been alive. And the Beast could finally say that by finding love, he had lived.

The world is dark, selfish, and cruel. If it finds the slightest ray of sunshine, it destroys it,

Loneliness, dejection, the contempt or pity of people around you--these are unpleasant feelings. But they are precisely the things that produce genuine Dark Ones.

You monsters," I said in horror. "Why? My friend was very pleased. He said now he understood what real Russian drunkenness was all about." "What is it about?" "It's about waking up in the morning with everything around you looking gray. Gray sky, gray sun, gray city, gray people, gray thoughts. And the only way out is to have another drink. Then you feel better. Then the colors come back.

It's about waking up in the morning with everything around you looking gray. Gray sky, gray sun, gray city, gray people, gray thoughts. And the only way out is to have another drink. Then you feel better. Then the colors come back.

It's about waking up in the morning with everything around you looking grey. Grey sky, grey sun, grey city, grey people, grey thoughts. And the only way out is to have another drink. Then you feel better. Then the colours come back.

This is one hell of a suicide note. THE SUICIDE SOLILOQUY- Yes! I've resolved the deed to do, And this the place to do it; The heart I'll rush a dagger through Though I in hell should rue it! Sweet steel! Come forth from out your sheath, And glist'ning, speak your powers; Rip up the organs of my breath, And draw my blood in showers! I strike! It quivers in that heart Which drives me to this end; I draw and kiss the bloody dart, My last-my only friend!

It is the sort of suffering that cannot be done justice with words. I can say only this—that I suspect it is an anguish from which one never recovers. A walking death.

If the one who gave me life wants the real me to die... then all I can do is die.

Awaken from the slumber of despair, as the heart repairs and memories dance to the song called time

My point is that death is more tragic than life, than any life, because every life has hope of some kind.

Suck is life,[...]:you get to a point, one day, where you are hoping to find crap; where the best possible outcome of all possible outcomes would be the discovery, praise Jesus, of a pile of shit

Kugel was a firm believer that death was not always a bad thing - that life often reached such levels of crapitude that dying was preferable to living.