Quotes About Despair

I am tired of these escape plans. I'm tired of everything. I just want it all to end.

I've only been in love with a beer bottle and a mirror.

Suicide in the trenches: I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the lark. In winter trenches, cowed and glum With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He put a bullet through his brain. No one spoke of him again. * * * * * You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know The hell where youth and laughter go.

When Dick was killed last week he looked like that, Flapping along the fire-step like a fish, After the blazing crump had knocked him flat…. "How many dead? As many as ever you wish. Don't count 'em; they're too many. Who'll buy my nice fresh corpses, two a penny?

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.

El amargo gusto del mar, tan parecido a las lágrimas, entró en mi boca. Me desvanecí. No sé quién nos salvó, pero sea quien fuere, no se lo perdono, pues le debo haber quedado en este mundo de peleas, en lugar de haber perecido en un espléndido naufragio, abrazada a mi marido.

Acaso el infierno que le estaba destinado sería peor que el mundo infernal en que estaba viviendo?

there was nothing I could do for her, or for Miller either.

Madness is when all your nightmares have come true and you just don't care anymore.

I've known what it feels like, when your whole life hurts so much that you're ready to die, just for the pain to stop. A little less stubbornness, a little more resolve at certain moments, and I might have been one of these poor trapped souls...

Beyond a certain point, hope is more than self-indulgence. It's self-harm.

Why don't you just shoot yourself in the head now and get it over with?

An ox carcass by Rembrandt seems so utterly butchered as to be agonisingly still alive. A

You may wonder why I haven't killed myself because living with madness or watching it flood the heart of someone we love is unbearable.

His life was merely a slow-moving tragedy, an act of steady dying conducted before everyone's eyes.

When I was a child, when I was an adolescent, books saved me from despair: that convinced me that culture was the highest of values[...].

No, you don't know what it's like When nothing feels all right You don't know what it's like To be like me To be hurt To feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked when you're down To feel like you've been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down And no one's there to save you No, you don't know what it's like Welcome to my life

To be on the edge of breaking down And no one's there to save you No you don't know what it's like... Welcome to my life

Some hopefuls believe that the world can be saved, but the cruel and twisted say never.

People imagine that hope has degrees, but I think not. There is hope and there is no hope.

Drowning, she clung fiercely to that small, splintered piece of mast bobbing in the ocean we call justice. There is no justice, of course, or very little of it, and counting on it as a life raft is a big mistake.

To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.

All is amiss. Love is dying, faith's defying, heart's denying.

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.