Quotes About Despair

Hell is empty And all the devils are here. —William Shakespeare, The Tempest

The problem comes when readers take these two accounts and combine them into one overarching account, in which Jesus says, does, and experiences everything narrated in both Gospels. When that is done, the messages of both Mark and Luke get completely lost and glossed over. Jesus is no longer in deep agony, as in Mark (since he is confident as in Luke), and he is no longer calm and in control as in Luke (since he is in despair as in Mark). He is somehow all things at once. Also

How awful is it to be dead? It would be better to be the lowest, most impoverished, slave-driven nobody on earth than to be the king of the dead in gloomy Hades. And there is no turning back and no way to improve one's lot. That is the fate of virtually all who die.

It was, he thought, fine to be young and in love. Even in the graveyard which this world has become, it was fine.

When people begin to lose hope, there's bound to be explosions.

Ellie wept for the very intractability of death, its imperviousness to argument.

In a real dark night of the soul, Scott Fitzgerald had said, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

It was the furthest thing in the world from the rosy-fingered dawn of poetry and old Technicolor movies; this was an anti-dawn, damp and as pale as the cheek of a day-old corpse.

and now he knew what it was like to be on the inside, caught in a web woven from your sickest fears and most traumatic experiences. There was no way to retreat from it, and no way to cut through it

Today we come across an individual who behaves like an automaton, who does not know or understand himself, and the only person that he knows is the person that he is supposed to be, whose meaningless chatter has replaced communicative speech, whose synthetic smile has replaced genuine laughter, and whose sense of dull despair has taken the place of genuine pain. Two statements may be said concerning this individual. One is that he suffers

Today we come across an individual who behaves like an automaton, who does not know or understand himself, and the only person that he knows is the person that he is supposed to be, whose meaningless chatter has replaced communicative speech, whose synthetic smile has replaced genuine laughter, and whose sense of dull despair has taken the place of genuine pain.

Attempts must be made, even when there can be no hope. The alternative is despair.

These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives: for all the scents of green things growing, each breath is but an exhalation of the grave. Bodies jerk like puppet corpses, and hell walks laughing— Laughing

You did not cause his despair. Had you treated him with distrust, you would have achieved nothing but the confirmation of his distress. Distrust—vindicates itself.

Soon Covenant was lost again; the complexities of the

this library is another desert. A wasteland of words instead of sand.

That is the paradox of white gold. Hope and despair run together for us.

If we must suffer and die without hope, then we will do so. But we will not despair, though it is the Unbeliever himself who says that we must.

Futility is the defining characteristic of life. Pain is the proof of existence.

I was as lost as she - and far less significant. I had gleaned all that my gifts offered, and had now no occupation other than to nurture my dismay.

If he tormented himself with unattainable desires, he would cripple his grasp on the law which enabled him to survive. His imagination could kill him, lead or seduce or trick him into suicide: seeing all the things he could not have would make him despair.

All you need to avoid despair is irremediable stupidity or unlimited stubbornness.

There's a hole in the world like a big black pit who are filled with people who are filled with shit.

at the sight of the sinking