Quotes About Despair

He will be dining for the duration on a diet of isolation, rejection, self-doubt, despair, ridicule, contempt, and humiliation.

The artist committing himself to his calling has volunteered for hell, whether he knows it or not. He will be dining for the duration on a diet of isolation, rejection, self-doubt, despair, ridicule, contempt, and humiliation. The artist must be like that Marine.

A good life is the balance between despair and dancing.

Allen: "One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly." Panic

If all of this has taught you anything, it's that hope is easier to get rid of than sorrow.

è così in rovina, non ha neanche il tetto, dentro non c'è niente, come mai per terra ci cresce l'erba? Tu non capisci, questa casa non è morta. Non capisci, le case sono come gli uomini, ha detto la zia, se non hanno speranze perdono forza, se la perdono a lungo si ammalano, e una volta ammalate se non c'è nessuno che le cura, non muoiono forse?

my mother died of an overdose of sleeping pills after extensive surgery so that the cause of death was probably listed as despair.

There's no point to anything if you get right down to it. We could all blow out brains out, but we don't.

He was sitting with his feet up on the desk, his face oily-looking under the fluorescent lights. He must have been in his late thirties, but he wasn't aging well. Some combination of temper and discontent had etched lines near his mouth and spoiled the clear brown of his eyes, leaving an impression of a man beleaguered by the Fates. His

The third dance is Freeze and Flee, or as we sometimes call it in EFT, Withdraw-Withdraw. This usually happens after the Protest Polka has been going on for a while in a relationship, when dancers feel so hopeless that they begin to give up and put their own emotions and needs in the deep freeze, leaving only numbness and distance.

behind the mask of indifference is bottomless misery and behind apparent callousness, despair.

The day life turned into nothing this world could fix

I feared my grief would turn to despair, that it would become a skin I couldn't shed.

an unbearable heaviness came over me.

When darkness fell, she fell with it.

A wave of fear passed through me. Our lives and fates left to men. This world, this God-forsaken world.

For nearly two years, I'd worn my grief for Jesus like a second skin. In all that time, the pain of his absence had not diminished. The familiar burning came to my eyes, followed by that sense I often got of wandering inside my heart, desperately searching for what I could never find—my husband. I feared my grief would turn to despair, that it would become a skin I couldn't shed.

It has been a day of suffering for you," he said, and the words opened a ravine of sadness in me. My eyes glazed, a sob creeping up the back of my throat.

I was crying for the vast imbalance, the heart that had been lost, the rejection of the earth and body, the oppression and diminishment of things considered feminine. It was a suffering with, a despair I felt on behalf of something much larger than myself.

The words opened a raw, furious place in me. She wanted me to write? My daughter was dead. My writing was dead, too. One day had never come. I was the shattered pieces on the floor. Life had taken a mallet to me.

Being in North Korea was profoundly depressing. There was no other way of putting it. The sealed border was not just at the 38th parallel, but everywhere, in each person's heart, blocking the past and choking off the future. As much as I loved those boys, or because of it, I was becoming convinced that the wall between us was impossible to break down, and not only that, it was permanent.

The only chance of life lies in giving up all hope of it

Soldiers lose all fear when they lose all hope.

I thought about how unlikely it was I would ever meet any guy,fall in love, get married, have babies. Especially since I was going to spend the rest of my life in the cellar, where, in the not too distant future, I'd turn into a toadstool. I hoped I'd be the poisonous variety.