Quotes About Despair

Chaz looks me dead in the eye and says, 'Why yes, Lizzie. I'm manically depressed because the girl I've finally realized I've always been in love with, and who I was beginning to think just might love me back, turned around and got herself engaged to my best friend, who, frankly, doesn't deserve her. Does that answer your question?

Aquellos que aquí entráis perded toda esperanza

At the time, I didn't have the insight to wonder at the transient nature of despair, but now that I'm older I've seen how little it takes to turn a person's life around for better or worse. An event will do, or an Idea. Another person. An idea of a person.

They're going to leave me. All I wanted to do was lie in the dry prickly grass with my feet in a ditch forever. I could be a convenient sort of milemarker, I thought. Get to the thief and you know you are halfway to Methana. Where ever Methana might be.

After dessert, they invited me to go with them to the arts center for a Russian film with English subtitles. I said, I don't like to read during movies, and once Julia laughed it became a joke and made me feel that I was irrepressibly witty. So I went with them. It was the bleakest movie I'd ever seen; everyone died of heartbreak or starvation or both. At home, Julia threw herself on the sofa in Slavic despair and said, Please do get me some vodka.

Once when I visited her, she scuffed around the house in pink pile-lined slippers you'd wear only while waiting for the police to discover you many days dead.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

This was the nightmare that had plagued her for months...the same despair that washed over her now. She was losing him.

So this is pain. So this is wretchedness. So this is misery. I never knew. -Jack

Mimi collapsed to the ground, as if her heart had imploded in her chest.

It was hopeless. Their journey was ended before it had truly begun.

Because if anything can make death feel like a truly desirable alternative, it's getting dumped.

It is almost impossible to have fun when we are bottled up with repressed emotions, worried sick about someone, saturated with guilt and despair, rigidly controlling ourselves or someone else, or worried about what other people are thinking about us. However, most people aren't thinking about us; they're worried about themselves and what we think of them.

Little storms of despair, hopelessness, or self-hatred may squall up out of nowhere in our lives. We can hunker down and protect ourselves even when the storm is inside us.

Todo eso era poco: la verdadera condena era no ser sumergido inmediatamente en las lagunas de sangre del séptimo círculo; era no sufrir los dardazos de los centauros cada vez que quisiera erguirse. La condena era ser joven y estar vivo, y no poder morir ni amar, en esas tierras de nadie.

There are times when—when being alone is a hurt that's worse than dying. When it's easier to die than to be alone. Aren't there?

If seeing her an hour before her last Weak cough into all blackness I could yet Be held by chalk-white walls - The Consumptive. Belsen 1945

It was then that the Boy went through his darkest hell of all: the long ache of his body, acute as it was, was yet forgotten or disposed of in some way, for he was filled with a disembodied pain, an illness so penetrating, so horrible, that had he been given the opportunity to die he would have taken it. No normal sensation could find a way through this overpowering nausea of the soul that filled him.

Ici la boue est faite de nos pleurs !

I'm afraid to hope but I can't help it, and the idea of hoping in this most hopeless of all places makes me want to cry.

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

I'm really cracking. No, I'm beyond cracking. I'm shattered. I'm lost. I'm fragmented.

herself for such a place—something between a sweat shop and a mortuary. Instead, she caught