Quotes About Despair

Broken.As I search for hope, In the same eyesI lost it.

I wish you did return my regard, " he said. "More than I have ever wished anything in my life! Perhaps you may yet learn to do so: I should warn you that I don't easily despair!

Nora knows better than most that nothing lasts forever. Life doesn't, love doesn't, hope doesn't, so why would death, hate, or despair? Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.

If love is EVERYTHING, you are missing out a whole spectrum of emotions and would want to end life if there is no love!

passed to my room and went to bed, and, strange to say, slept without dreaming. Despair has its own calms. 31

Despair has its own calms

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I am too miserable, too low-spirited, too sick of the world and all in it, including life itself, and I would not care if I heard this moment the flapping of the wings of the angel of death.

Maybe it's in that wind out over the sea that's bringin' with it loss and wreck, and sore distress, and sad hearts.

I passed to my room and went to bed, and, strange to say, slept without dreaming. Despair has its own calms.

So my days go on, and grow to weeks and months. So will they grow to years, should life so long remain an unwelcome guest within me: for what is man without hope? and is not hope nigh dead within this weary breast?

But that moment, the one that was supposed to be so special, had turned into an ache that would never heal.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one's wrists?

Nothing. Nothing makes me happy. I like nothing, I tell her.

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?

My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.

A vast and abandoned world laid out in anonymous grids and quadrants, a view that confirmed you were much more alone than you thought you were, a view that inspired the flickering thoughts of suicide.

And later my macabre joy sours and I'm weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing, I just want to be loved, cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: principles, distinctions, choices, morals, compromises, knowledge, unity, prayer - all of it was wrong, without any final purpose.

And later my macabre joy sours and I'm weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing "I just want to be loved," cursing the earth and everything I have been taught:

And later my macabre joy sours and I'm weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing "I just want to be loved," cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: principles, distinctions, choices, morals, compromises, knowledge, unity, prayer—all of it was wrong, without any final purpose. All it came down to was: die or adapt.

Confusion and hopelessness don't necessarily cause a person to act.

Dwelling over this loss while wandering down Central Park West somewhere around Seventy-sixth, Seventy-fifth, it strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way I could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?