Quotes About Despair

Awake, she struggled to fill the hours until she could sleep again. But nothing she did made her feel whole. If she ate, she didn't taste the food. If she read, she couldn't remember the words. If she rested, she still felt tired

We're alcoholics. We're generally satisfied just to hurt ourselves.

Religion kept some of my relatives alive, because it was all they had. If they hadn't had some hope of heaven, some companionship in Jesus, they probably would have committed suicide, their lives were so hellish.

No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.

My nervous system is a shattered wreck, and I am absolutely bored and listless save when I come upon something which peculiarly interests me.

But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.

It makes me so desperately sad to witness just how unforgivably wretched our world has become.

Men often are valued high, when they are most wretched.

I like nonfiction books about people with wretched lives.

My show 'Fame: Not the Musical' is about the fact that fame is seen in two ways in our culture: either as a glittering bauble we desperately covet, or as a narrative of tragedy and despair. My own experience of fame is a third, mundane way, which often involves being mistaken for someone else - Ian Broudie from the Lightning Seeds, or Steve Wright.

Honest honey, I feel like crying every time I sit down to write you a letter... I am so unlucky.

I got fed up with the human race, really. I got a very negative feeling about human potentials. And for a while, I thought I might write a book without any human beings in it whatsoever.

There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.

You lost your copper as well as your faith in wishes, and prayers.

This is what it feels like to be a piece of shit, thought Brrr; being pummeled on all sides by the world, forced forward, outward, into naked stink and light.

Your faith can inoculate you against despair.

That's doubt for you, it scours hope out of everything

Everything in your world has vanished. You have no money, no job, and no hope of finding one. That's how it is for thousands of people here. Please don't forget that feeling.

Loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness; despair empties out into an unquenchable appetite for life.

She would have liked not to be alive, or to be always asleep.

Sadness is a vice.

The most glorious moments in your life are not the so-called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection and despair you feel rise in you a challenge to life, and the promise of future accomplishments.

for her, life was as cold as an attic with a window looking to the north, and ennui, like a spider, was silently spinning its shadowy web in every cranny of her heart.