Quotes About Despair

There is the darkness of a moonless night out of doors, and there is the darkness of a house with its shutters closed and the lamps quenched. There is the darkness of sleep, relieved by the bright images of dreams. But no darkness is as complete, as blanketing, as terrifying as the utter darkness of underground.

Somewhere, beneath that darkness, I had seen both strength and honor. But his words of despair mocked my efforts at healing.

To lose you is to spill my heart's blood. I do not know if I can bear the pain.

The flame of spirit we all had within us, the light that never truly went out, even in our times of deepest despair.

had seen enough such deaths before to know that when the cloud of sorrow hangs too heavily over a person, nothing helps; no love, no hope, no

But there was no defeating evil unless people had hope. There was no going forward unless folk held on to their belief that the future could be bright, that a lamp of goodness could still shine in this realm of darkness and despair. And, although it would be far easier to curl up and hide, as many of the Good Folk had done, there would never be change unless people were prepared to take risks, to step forward and fight for a better world.

Totally without hope one cannot live. To live without hope is to cease to live. Hell is hopelessness. It is no accident that above the entrance to Dante's hell is the inscription: Leave behind all hope, you who enter here.

Suddenly, I ripped the book in two. And with it my heart. From the tear my insides came running out like a rotten egg. I became an empty, cast-off skin.

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Sexul, conform naturii lui, nu era definit de un singur organism individual, ci de acela al speciei. Individul, dup? terminarea actului, nu poate decît s? se întoarc? la propriul s?u eu. Numai oamenii fericiÅ£i se întorc la mulÅ£umire. Cei care au fost triÅŸti se-ntorc la disperare. Cei care erau pe moarte, se-ntorc la patul lor de moarte.

speranÅ£ele aveau s? moar? otr?vite de îndoielile lui.

my hopes changed into a heap of shapeless rags, like seaweed pulled out of the water.

For no apparent reason, Mai found herself thinking of a pretty girl rotting at the bottom of a well.

It was suitably like limbo to depress the spirits of an ordinary man, let alone one with Alec's problems.

They were gone. They'd come for her, but she'd missed them and she was never going to get home again. When she finally turned toward the door to the apartment once more, she saw that Lucien had dragged himself from the bed. He was braced in the door frame, his dark skin bleached of color.

But human beings fall easily into despair, and from the very beginning we invented stories that enabled us to place our lives in a larger setting, that revealed an underlying pattern, and gave us a sense that, against all the depressing and chaotic evidence to the contrary, life had meaning and value.

We are meaning-seeking creatures and, unlike other animals, fall very easily into despair if we fail to make sense of our lives. We find the prospect of our inevitable extinction hard to bear. We are troubled by natural disasters and human cruelty and are acutely aware of our

Yet despite my depression and my fear for the future, I could not quite succumb to the prevailing despair. The worst had happened, but that meant that I no longer had anything much to lose, and increasingly I found that quite liberating.

Unless we find some significance in our lives, we mortal men and women fall very easily into despair.

Our neocortex has made us meaning-seeking creatures, acutely aware of the perplexity and tragedy of our predicament, and if we do not discover some ultimate significance in our lives, we fall easily into despair.

For really, dreaming is the well-mannered people's way of committing suicide.

Hope was evil. It seduced you, then it dropped you on your ass so hard and so fast that you were worse off than when you started.

Rex wanted this moment to be over. It was - as usual - on the cusp of hilarity and sobbing despair. For all his training and his loyalty to the state, all the theoretical reasons why he was doing what was right, the only thing that made him sit and wait for the inevitable was that he was doing it for the men next to him, and for Skywalker...and even for Kenobi, but for nothing and nobody else. That was as far as any man could think. And it was far enough.

I can't—" Lena repeated. "I can't do it. I can't live without him." Sara gently pulled her hand away from Jared's. She smoothed down the sheet, tucked it in close around his side. She looked at Lena—really looked at her straight in the eye. "Good," Sara told her. "Now you know how it feels.