Quotes About Despair

she dreamed of nothing, for she hoped for nothing and expected nothing. It was as cold and dark inside her as out in the frosty night.

the way i see it, hard times aren't only about money, or drought, or dust. hard times are about losing spirit, and hope, and what happens when dreams dry up.

when he [the neurotic] becomes aware of his despair he usually cannot account for it. He will be likely to ascribe it to various external factors, ranging from his job or his marriage to the political situation. But it is not due to any concrete or temporary circumstance. He feels hopeless about ever making anything of his life, ever being happy or free. He feels forever excluded from all that could make his life meaningful.

They say despair is a terrible thing, but hope is worse: it keeps you shackled for ever, like a dog in a wheel, always running, but never able to go anywhere, save round and round.

I can't help but see myself in them. The Seelie are who I was before my sister died. Pink, pretty, frivolous Mac. The Unseelie are who I've become, carved by loss and despair. Black, grungy, driven Mac.

Some people fall apart when they get hurt. Puddle into apathy and despair and never recover. They wait all their lives for someone to come along and rescue them.

Hope builds a stairway to Heaven. Fear opens an abyss to Hell.

I thought I was in Hell. Then I found out what Hell really was.

We're all going to die. Alone and miserably. With lots of pain. That's the way life goes. People make promises and don't keep them. They say they care about you and forget you.

This is not a world I ever wanted to know.

Just die. It'll end everyone's misery, including your own.

Some people fall apart when they get hurt," he says. "Puddle into apathy and despair and never recover. They wait all their lives for someone to come along and rescue them.

I'm always thinking things are as bad as they can get and they get worse.

You have become a monster. There is nothing left of the man I love.

These folks seemed to think leeching the world of all color was cool. I decided they all must be deeply depressed.

His eyes. She got lost in them for a long moment, wondering how she could have ever thought them tiger-gold. They were the color of dark whisky. And filled with some emotion. She stared. Something like … Despair?

At least her anger was empowering. Not that it actually empowered her to do anything, but it was more energizing than despair.

Sometimes feeling nothing hurts the most.

Sometimes hope is all we have, and to lose that is to lose all.

People like us are unhappy in this world and in the next, I guess if we made it to heaven, wed have to help make it thunder.

De ce sa ma fi lasat tocmai acum prada deznadejdii, socotindu-ma iremediabil pierdut? Omul trebuie sa spere pana in ultimul ceas, actionand, fireste, cu toata energia de care e capabil pentru a-si implini propria speranta. Doar cine nu poseda aceasta forta se poate considera intr-adevar rapus.

And the second is about change. Change is an easy thing to decide and a difficult thing to do. It is the day–to–day struggle of it that defeats people. Do not despair if old ways look good to you. Despair only if you fall into them too often.

So they just give up because they feel there is no way out of their situation. Their mind often drives them and gives them inappropriate messages until they are successful at ending their life.

There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,--when it did not seem worthwhile to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation.