Quotes About Despair

Like the legendary Big Sur: full of violence, horror, incest, broken dreams, despair, loneliness, insanity and frustration of every sort.

She crowned him with a whisky bottle and her tongue was full of lice and tomorrows.

A world without hope, but no despair.

Not the slightest indication of a change anywhere. The cancer of time is eating us away. Our heroes have killed themselves, or are killing themselves.

The drains are clogged with strangled embryos.

Everything that happened to him was of a bad nature. It couldn't be otherwise. He lived in the expectation that things would grow worse, and of course they always did.

Así como la ciudad misma se había convertido en una enorme tumba en que los hombres luchaban para ganarse una muerte decente, así también mi propia vida llegó a parecerse a una tumba que iba construyendo con mi propia muerte.

Once I thought that to be human was the highest aim a man could have, but I see now that it was meant to destroy me.

He had passed beyond the lure of champagne and oysters, beyond the need of light and space. He was like the dodo which buries its head in the sand and whistles out of its asshole.

There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

Were I the wind, I'd blow no more on such a wicked, miserable world.

nameless miseries of the numberless mortals

But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort. She was Rachel, weeping for her children, because they were not.

There, then, he sat, the sign and symbol of a man without faith, hopelessly holding up hope in the midst of despair.

You are as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fears; as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

Nothing of substance is being achieved or even proposed, while the country remains trapped in the Kafka-esque misery that Brexit has become.

'Grbavica' is first of all a story about love, about love that is not pure because it has been mixed with hate, disgust, trauma, despair.

It was horrifying. You wouldn't believe how people are treated there. You could see that these people had withdrawn so far that they just lived in their own minds. They did terrible things to themselves.

We can alleviate physical pain, but mental pain - grief, despair, depression, dementia - is less accessible to treatment. It's connected to who we are - our personality, our character, our soul, if you like.

Many of the young people living in inner-city America don't see themselves - I mean, they even talk about things like death and dying. And there's a tremendous loss of hope. And of all the things to lose, I think nothing is worse or more difficult to overcome than the loss of hope.

We losers don't fear death. For us it's the end of a lifelong losing spell.

Regret is the strongest anchor that latches on to the ground, and you carry it within you, it is a feeling quite unlike others for it is despair mingled with hope.

He gave up. No hint of ember behind his eyes nor life in his breath. He snipped the last, overstretched strand of hope, and nicked the strand of life by mistake. He did it with his hands.

A man dies when hope flies.