Quotes About Despair

Why do you joke about such things?" she snapped. He let his gaze land rather intently on hers. "When the alternative is despair, I generally prefer humor. Even if it is of the gallows variety.

?nsan?n umutsuzlu?unun yaln?zca Tanr?'n?n ismiyle anlat?labilece?i durumlar da vard?r.

There's a kind of grief that just eats one up. It weighs one down.

And Anthony, who'd only just learned what it was to love, learned what it was to die inside.

Debauchery is perhaps an act of despair in the face of infinity.

I can feel myself dying inside.

I thought I was dead inside.

When you've nothing to live for, you get to thinking inside your head.

I bought a gun and chose drugs instead.

To never see her again, to never hear her sweet voice, smell her warm scent…it was simply unbearable. The loss felt like death and in a way it was—the death of everything that meant anything to him. Gods, how was he going to go on?

So she's going to…to die?" Lock heard the break in his voice but he couldn't help it. Gods, to think they'd killed the woman they loved! Oh Kat, I'm sorry. So very sorry… From his twin he could feel similar emotions to his own. But Deep's sorrow was shaded with a guilt so intense it was almost despair. Again, Lock heard his twin thinking in a rare burst of mental empathy. I've done it again. Gods… "I

The rooms in those days were unfashionably sad enough to commit suicide in, and, in fact, that to me was the Château's charm, that it didn't have any objections to one's committing suicide. Things since then had gone steadily downhill

Most addicts kill themselves by just trying to get some sleep.

howling on the tile bathroom floor. Sunrise bleeding in her white dress waited just behind Jacaranda's next drink. Her next drink would always be waiting for her, languishing away.

When the vivid reality which is meant by these rather abstract words is truly possessed by us, when that which is unchanging in ourselves is given its chance, and emerges from the stream of succession to recognise its true home and goal, which is God—then, though much suffering may, indeed will, remain; apprehension, confusion, instability, despair, will cease.

I wonder why the wind, even the wind doth seem To mock me now, all night, all night, and Have I strayed among the cliffs here They say, some day I'll fall Down through the sea-bit fissures, and no more Know the warm cloak of sun, or bathe The dew across my tired eyes to comfort them. They try to keep me hid within four walls. I will not stay!

And the red sun mocks my sadness.

Oh, how this sucked. This sucked so thoroughly. It was hard to even quantify the level of suck involved here.

But at three o'clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn't work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning.

The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

But when a person commits suicide, he does not do violence only to himself; he inflicts death upon those whom he least considered would be so afflicted.

Hunger precipitated despair.

I would like to see all this as a big joke that is being played upon us, but I have seen what was wrought in the past--the men who were destroyed without their being lifted from the dungheap of poverty, without recourse to justice.

Soul rotted before my eyes.