Quotes About Despair

Who knows what succession of girls and boys sneak in through the sliding glass doors at night, after the mother has sunk to the bottom of her own private lake, with the help of Absolut and Klonopin?

Gus the driver is everywhere and yet he appears nowhere, not in portraits or photographs, not even in the stories of men like Barthelme and Carver, who were all about guys with jobs and prospects like Gus's but who insisted on more sorrow, more angst, than Gus remotely manifests. If Gus weeps sometimes for no reason, if he stands despairing in the aisle of a Wal-Mart, it is not apparent in his daily demeanor...

Lo que había esperado resultaba ser su perdición y lo que había odiado su salvación.

Cô Ä'Æ¡n chính là má»™t l?i nguy?n Ä'è lên mày ngá»™p th?, má»™t bi?n c? khi?n mày ch?t Ä'u?i, má»™t sá»± d?n v?t khi?n mày khô héo. Mày Ä'ã b? lo?i ra kh?i m?i ng??i.

One day, you don't feel like doing anything. Nothing interests you, everything bores you. Feel more and more empty inside, more and more dissatisfied with yourself and the world in general. Then even that feeling wears off, and you don't feel anything anymore. You become completely indifferent to what goes on around you. You forget how to laugh and cry - you're cold inside and incapable of loving anything or anyone. There's no going back. The disease has a name. It's called deadly tedium.

For Bulgakov, however, the greatest underlying source of unease, amounting at times to despair, was something less tangible though very real to him, since it occurs as an ever-present refrain throughout these stories. This was the sense of being a lone soldier of reason and enlightenment pitted against the vast, dark, ocean-like mass of peasant ignorance and superstition... [in] the fearsome, pre-literate, mediaeval world of the peasantry

Returning to the apartment, I feel a bitter tipsy pleasure at the extent to which my world has fallen apart.

Despair floods the minds of unemployed beeper manufacturers, Rolex watch salesmen, and society florists.

Cross-legged on the floor, you drink, hoping each mouthful will hurt; occasional flurries of spastic movement as you try to work out what to do with your hands. When everyone else is gone, your world is just a tiny box with the walls pressing in. Messages on the phone you can't bear to play, much less listen to, and nothing in the apartment that you can recognize as meaningfully yours.

We would all be better off dead, useless eaters of the lotus that we are.

No one lives in Ameeron by choice.' 'A veritable City of the Damned.' 'As the poet might remark, aye.' Rackhir offered Elric a sardonic wink. 'But I sometimes think all cities are that.'

Reason was the only thing that might save them, and there was no reason.

Despair young and never look back," an Irishman said. And this is what I did.

Sin pulls a man down into despondency and despair.

The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.

I did Chekhov's 'Three Sisters' once. Two months in, I remember going, 'Human beings shouldn't be forced to do or watch this play every night.' It's so dark and so bottomless.

Unhappy love freezes all our affections: our own souls grow inexplicable to us. More than we gained while we were happy we lose by the reverse.

That's how Darkness works. It turns love into something bad.

In order not to suffer, you had to renounce love. It was like putting out your own eyes in order not to see the bad things in life.

Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think.

God wasn't love, couldn't be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.

I see the world, it makes me puke, But then I look at you and know, that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.

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

Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.