Quotes About Despair

...but the truth is that I don't feel like I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty. Or, no--I am full of pain. It's my life that's empty.

Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

Our obedience has its origin in God's prior action, and forgetting that truth results in self-righteousness, pride, and despair.

For usually people resist as long as they can to dismiss the fool they harbor in their bosom, they resist to confess a major mistake or to admit a truth that makes them despair.

We are all created to be miserable, and that we all know it, and all invent means of deceiving each other. And when one sees the truth, what is one to do?

Night sometimes lends such tragic assistance to catastrophe.

Optimists often kill themselves when they realize they can't be optimists anymore.

Life it seems will fade away/ Drifting further every day/ Getting lost within myself/ Nothing matters, no one else/

Emptiness is filling me To the point of agony/ Growing darkness taking dawn/ I was me but now he's gone/

it kind of seemed like we were in a constant state of suicide the whole time. It wasn't like, 'Gee, we're going to become successful and make a lot of money.

Every hour that passes, another hundredweight of sand is poured in through a tiny hole in Landsman's soul. After his eyes are closed, what happens is never quite sleep, and the thoughts that plague him, though atrocious, are never quite dreams.

And the next moment the fierce wind comes screaming, whirling the needle-pointed dust, stifling all hope. And you know then that what has not happened will never happen. That hope is an end within itself.

He could be ruined again and again by hope, but he would never be capable of belief.

a momentary gain in one's own sense of shared despair, shared nullity, shared rapture, shared loneliness, shared broken-hearted glee;

Loneliness had been the trash can fire he huddled around for most of his life.

Ten years might as well be a hundred if you are doing time for a crime you didn't commit, he said.

Living in L.A. sometimes felt like you were riding shotgun with the devil to the apocalypse.

It was a place to drink alone. A place for executive suicides who needed courage, broken cops who couldn't cope with the loneliness they built into their lives, writers who could no longer write and priests who could no longer forgive even their own sins.

There were a billion lights out there on the horizon and I knew that all of them put together weren't enough to light the darkness in the hearts of some men.

We are all circling the drain, he thought. Some are closer to the black hole than others;

The reality of the world was dark and horrifying

She'd never imagined it like this-when she thought of someone (a woman like herself)losing her mind, she'd imagined shrieks and wails, hallucinations; but at that moment it had seemed clear that there was another way, far quieter; a way that was numb and hopeless, flat, so much so that an emotion as strong as sorrow would have been a relief.

It's the solitude that slays you. Maybe because you'd expected ruin to arrive in a grander and more romantic form.

Beauty - the beauty Peter craves - is this, then: a human bundle of accidental grace and doom and hope. Mizzy must have hope, he must, he wouldn't shine like this if he were in true despair, and of course he's young, who in this world despairs more exquisitely than the young, it's something the old tend to forget.