Quotes About Despair

It was as good as sealing yourself into a dungeon. Walled in, with nowhere to go but your own doom.

Everything seems pointless since you left

As soon as I looked at Alphonse's face, I knew that he was dead. I had the strange feeling that I was dead myself. It felt as if I were lying at the bottom of a grave and earth was being thrown on me. When death takes someone you know, he holds you and whispers all his secrets in your ear.

When the leeches have sucked enough blood, one simply has to sprinkle some salt on their backs and they fall off – But you, my friend, how can I get rid of you? Your despairing cousin

I am no longer a divine biped. I am no longer the freest German after Goethe, as Ruge named me in healthier days. I am no longer the great hero No. 2, who was compared with the grape-crowned Dionysius, whilst my colleague No. 1 enjoyed the title of a Grand Ducal Weimarian Jupiter. I am no longer a joyous, somewhat corpulent Hellenist, laughing cheerfully down upon the melancholy Nazarenes. I am now a poor fatally-ill Jew, an emaciated picture of woe, an unhappy man.

Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.

Everyone seems to see bleakness and despair in my books. I don't read them that way. I see myself as writing comic books, books about ordinary people trying to live ordinary, dull, happy lives while the world is falling to pieces around them.

You will often be in despair. You will sometimes think it's the worst decision in your life. That's fine. That's not a sign your marriage has gone wrong. It's a sign that it's normal; it's on track. And many of the hopes that took you into the marriage will have to die in order for the marriage to continue.

We wrote verses that condemned us, with no hope of pardon, to the most bitter solitude.

The year that 'Lost' started and premiered was, without a doubt, the most miserable year of my life. The level of despair and anguish that I was feeling; I was clinically depressed, and anyone that you talked to who knew me at the time will tell you that.

While we yearn for peace, we live in a world burdened with hunger, pain, anguish, loneliness, sickness, and sorrow.

I like dark, hopeless, beautiful tragedies.

At the root of everything I write is tragedy.

Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.

My bones are tired from all the tragedy in me.

For me, there is a paradox in poetry, which is like the paradox in tragedy. You have the most terrible subject, but it's in a form that is so sensually gratifying that it connects the surviving heart to the despairing intellect.

I liked Hans Christian Andersen because the tales were so dark and tragic.

Innumerable confusions and a feeling of despair invariably emerge in periods of great technological and cultural transition.

U ljubavi sam vidjela spas. Ljubav je bila moja religija. ?ovjek valjda ima potrbu izmisliti nešto poput boga. što je drugo moglo slijediti nego još ve?e razo?aranje? Jer spasa nema.

ObÅ'Ä™d i szaÅ', rozczarowanie i ?al, SiÄ…d? tu, a opowiem tobie o mÄ™ce tÄ™sknoty I zdwojonym bólu.

I couldn't see anything. There was nothing in me, and nothing outside of me... I had no reason.

But whether we fear death and refuse to face it, or whether we romanticize it, death is trivialized. Both despair and euphoria about death are an evasion. Death is neither depressing nor exciting; it is simply a fact of life.

Death was far less terrible than the living prospect that was before us

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.