Quotes About Despair

In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.

The miserable have no other medicine but hope.

The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets successfully through many a bad night.

Far from it being true that man and his activity makes the world comprehensible, he is himself the most incomprehensible of all, and drives me relentlessly to the view of the accursedness of all being, a view manifested in so many painful signs in ancient and modern times. It is precisely man who drives me to the final despairing question: Why is there something? Why not nothing?

Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on its delight is murder, and its end is despair.

The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.

Love, in all its fragile forms, is the one powerful, enduring force that brings real meaning to our everyday lives...but the love I mean is the fire that burns inside us all, the inner warmth that prevents our soul from freezing in the winters of despair.

You just want to stop existing," Kaladin said. "You don't want to actually kill yourself, not on most days. But you figure it sure would be convenient if you weren't around anymore.

The sensation—it's not sorrow, but something deeper—of being broken. Of being crushed so often, and so hatefully, that emotion becomes something you can only wish for. If only you could cry, because then you'd feel something. Instead, you feel nothing. Just . . . haze and smoke inside. Like you're already dead.

So, using his pride like a shield against despair, dejection, and-most important— self-pity, Raoden raised his head to stare damnation in the eyes.

I know how you feel. Dark, like there's never been light in the world. Like everything in you is a void, and you wish you could just feel something. Anything. Pain would at least tell you you're alive. Instead you feel nothing. And you wonder, how can a man breathe, but already be dead?

My life," Melody declared, "is a tragedy.

You watch yourself," I said, wishing I had something to stand on to bring my eyes level with his. "When you are broken and mourning your fall from grace, I will consume your shadow in my own, and laugh at your misery.

The look of disbelief that ran across the boy's face was somehow more disturbing than the despair it had replaced. This creature had given up hope long ago; he probably begged out of habit rather than expectation.

Those people gave in to their pain because they couldn't find purpose—their torture was meaningless, and when you can't find reason in life, you tend to give up on it.

To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way.

And it came to pass in those days, as it had come before and would come again, that the Dark lay heavy on the land and weighed down the hearts of men, and the green things failed, and hope died. - from Charal Drianaan te Calamon, The Cycle of the Dragon

I couldn't remember what it felt like to laugh. I wondered if that meant I had already drowned.

There aren't any answers to be found. There are no good choices. Submissiveness to a tyrant or chaos and suffering.

His brother, dead. His wife, dead. Family, friends, and heroes. All dead. You push me to seek revenge? he thought. Well, you shall have it!

What was a prayer, if not creation? Making something where nothing existed. Creating a wish out of despair, a plea out of anguish. Bowing one's back before the Almighty, and forming humility from the empty pride of a human life.

He had failed. No, his faith had failed him. Nothing was left to him. It was all. Just. Gone.

The human mind was very clever at tricking itself, at keeping the despair of inevitability at bay.

Despair, hate, loss, frustration, horror. How could any man live this way? To be a surgeon, to live knowing that you would be too weak to save some? When other men failed, a field of crops got worms in them. When a surgeon failed, someone died.