Quotes About Despair

No more Hope, no more Glory, no more parades for you and me…. Na poo, finny!

Love is a battle lost before even begun.

L'amour est un combat perdu d'avance.

El amor es un combate perdido de antemano.

All the sad young men,Drifting through the town,Drinking up the night,Trying not to drown.

Ellos no saben lo que es la vejez. Vosotros no podéis imaginar este suplicio: no haber tenido nada de la vida y no esperar nada de la muerte. Que no haya nada al otro lado del mundo, que no exista explicación alguna, que la palabra del enigma no nos sea revelada jamás...

Vivre mais un cadavre entre les mains de ceux qui la haïssent. N'essayer en rien de voir au-delà.

I am not good. Something in Faith's head broke free, beating black wings into the sky. Nobody good could feel what I feel. I am wicked and deceitful and full of rage. I cannot be saved. She did not feel hot or helpless any more. She felt the way snakes looked when they moved.

She had needed kindness before, and had received none. Now it was too late, and she did not know what to do with it.

Despair was a numbing poison. The moment you decided the worst was inevitable, it was.

You are dust, her eyes said. You are dirt. You are nothing. Why do you bother surviving? Why are you still alive? I am the dust in your eyes was the answer in Hathin's look. I am the dirt that will bury you. I am the nothingness waiting to open up under your feet. And I can hold on longer than you can.

Was this Faith, the good girl? The girl in the mirror was capable of anything. And she was anything but good, that much could be seen at a glance. I am not good. Something in Faith's head broke free, beating black wings into the sky. Nobody good could feel what I feel. I am wicked and deceitful and full of rage. I cannot be saved. She did not feel hot or helpless any more. She felt the way snakes looked when they moved.

I don't think about "being happy" unless I'm with you, and then I never am. Humans are never happy.

Where will we spend eternity—with God in that place of endless joy the Bible calls heaven, or apart from Him in that place of endless despair the Bible calls hell?

God is the Ruler of His mighty creation. There is no reason to despair, because He holds in His hands the whole world, while His Spirit is able to fill the void in man's heart.

I preach a Gospel not of despair but of hope for the individual, hope for society, and hope for the world.

We've tried calling sin "errors" or mistakes" or "poor judgment," but sin itself has stayed the same. No matter how we try to salve our conscience, we've known all along that men are still sinners; and the results of sin are still disease, disappointment, disillusionment, despair, and death.

Only the Holy Spirit can give us peace in the midst of the storms of restlessness and despair. We should not grieve our Guide by indulging in worry or paying undue attention to self.

Our world today desperately hungers for hope, and yet uncounted people have almost given up. There is despair and hopelessness on every hand. Let us be faithful in proclaiming the hope that is in Jesus!

There will come a time when people hungering for the truth will seek it where it is supposedly disseminated, such as books and churches, but they will not hear the Word of the Lord. Instead of receiving a message to satisfy their spiritual longings, they will hear a sermon on some current political or social problem, or a sermonette on art and literature. And so they wander from one place to another, going from hope to despair, and eventually giving up.

People who are clinically depressed have their own disturbances with food. For some, it's as if hand to mouth were an involuntary reflex, as if food could fill the abyss. Which it can't, and they grow fat, which does nothing good for their state of mind. The others are rarely hungry or else they are never hungry. They emaciate, become insubstantial, a manifestation of the wish to disappear. Bunny is one of the thin ones.

That kind of empty; when hope is no longer deferred but evaporated, and try as you might, and you do try, you can't find the pleasure in the little things. A fine meal, good music, a breathtaking view of the landscape, the smell of the ocean, snow falling, it all adds up to a storehouse of memories and regrets, and you can't imagine there's a perchance left to be had.

Bunny does not want to kill herself. She does not want to die. It's that she no longer wants to live. To not want to be alive is not the same thing as wanting to be dead.

I saw my evil day at hand. The sun rose dim on us in the morning, and at night it sank in a dark cloud, and looked like a ball of fire. That was the last sun that shone on Black Hawk. His heart is dead…. He is now a prisoner to the white man.