Quotes About Despair

anymore time in that black hole and ill go insane.

I'd like to say that this time I'd kill myself too..but I've never had that kind of courage.

When has been disappointed for so long, hope becomes the enemy. One cannot be dashed to the earth unless one is lifted first, and I learned to avoid hope.

From the depth of need and despair, people can work together, can organize themselves to solve their own problems and fill their own needs with dignity and strength.

Rejoicing and repentance must go together. Repentance without rejoicing will lead to despair. Rejoicing without repentance is shallow and will only provide passing inspiration instead of deep change.

Have you made any plans? Take an overdose, slash my wrists then hang myself. All those things together? It couldn't possibly be misconstrued as a cry for help.

All she could think of was crawling into bed and being left alone with her misery.

Suffering can kill. Not always physically. But it can kill dreams and it can deaden hope and the will to live.

When one does not believe oneself in any way good, there is very little for which to live - and one feels unworthy of even what little there is.

She spread her hands over her face, but wearily this time. There were no tears left.

Despair, he remembered now from an earlier occasion, could hurt as keenly as an open knife wound.

My life came to an end the day I left you, he whispered fiercely. I have lived in hell since then. I do not need to die, Becky. Nothing could be worse than what I have lived. If you wished to see me punished, know that your wish has been granted a thousandfold.

She felt very close to despair. It seemed that everything was going wrong around her.

Yes, it was finished. Now, everything was finished. Everything. She hit the frightening bottom of despair.

God, the light had gone out. He was in darkness.

She had lost all that was most precious in her life.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his aching head in his hands for a few moments. Deuce take it, I wish I were dead.

It was true that love had never done her much good. It had brought her very little happiness. A few weeks of courtship and two days of marriage did not provide enough happiness for a lifetime. There had been years of pain and emptiness. Perhaps a marriage based on affection and respect would prove more durable. Perhaps there would not be the peak of delirious joy that she had known with Robert. But there would not be the depths of despair, either.

She had thought that the sun would never shine for her again, that nothing would ever happen again to give her the energy to live.

My life came to an end the day I left you. I have lived in hell since then. Were those the feelings of a man who did not know what deep emotion was?

What was the point of waiting for a more pleasant post? There was no such thing as pleasure in life for her anymore.

Sometimes . . . life seems hardly worth living, does it, sir? If it were not for billiards, Sir Barry said, I might consider shooting myself, m'boy.

Henrietta was bitter. Nothing in her life had turned out well. Like everyone else, she had striven all her life to achieve happiness. Yet it seemed to her that she had never been happy.

You would end up unhappy and bound for life to your unhappiness.