Quotes About Despair

A lot of interviewers are looking for the dark side. They want to know about the depths of your despair and fear.

It doesn't interest me if there is one God or many gods. I want to know if you belong or feel abandoned. If you know despair or can see it in others.

I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore.

It would be hard to define chaos better than as a world where children decide they don't want to live.

Why not worship money? At least its rewards are obvious and immediate . But no, that was simplistic. Letherii worship was more subtle, its ethics bound to those traits and habits that well served the acquisition of wealth. Diligence, discipline, hard work, optimism, the personalization of glory. And the corresponding evils: sloth, despair and the anonymity of failure. The world was brutal enough to winnow one from the other and leave no room for doubt or mealy equivocation.

Abject misery lies not in what the blanket reveals, but in what it hides.

Worse, this vast sense of loss … without the ability to trust – anyone. Without that, what do I see in the life awaiting me? Naught but solitude, and thus, nothing of value.

Every artist was haunted by lies. Every artist fought to find truths. Every artist failed. Some turned back, embracing those comforting lies. Others took their own lives in despair. Still others drank themselves into the barrow, or poisoned everyone who drew near enough to touch, to wound. Some simply gave up, and wasted away in obscurity. A few discovered their own mediocrity, and this was the cruellest discovery of all. None found their way to the truths.

In success we shall find seeds of despair

Anarchists live in fear and long for death, because they despair of seeing in others the very virtues they lack in themselves. In this manner, they take pleasure in sowing destruction, if only to match their inner landscape of ruin.

Bah! You're not worth the effort anyway!' And all at once she collapsed into a heap of spiders that scurried in all directions.

Closing in a noose around her neck, the sound blocked the outside world – its air, its light.

he could see the darkness pulse, and the smell of decay had thickened to a stench.

I am done with this world, for I am alone in it. Alone.

But I understand, now, that the cold and darkness were within me, death's own touch upon my soul.

For himself, Rallick, such gifts had long since been lost, and he was not the kind of man to stir the ashes. No embers survived, no flame could be born anew. Life belonged to other people, and his only claim to it was his power to take it from them. Nor would he recognise hope if it came to him. Too much a stranger, too long a ghost.

Andiamo a prendere parte alla morte. Ed è in questi momenti, prima che le spade vengano sguainate, prima che il sangue bagni il terreno e le grida riempiano l'aria, che il senso di futilità scende su di noi. Senza le nostre armature, piangeremmo tutti quanti. In che altro modo potremmo reagire all'imminente promessa di incalcolabili perdite?

Why not worship money? At least its rewards are obvious and immediate. But no, that was simplistic. Letherii worship was more subtle, its ethics bound to those traits and habits that well served the acquisition of wealth. Diligence, discipline, hard work, optimism, the personalization of glory. And the corresponding evils: sloth, despair and the anonymity of failure.

This endless howl no one else even hears.

Udinaas could not decide which of the two was the more pathetic. Seeing them, as he did now, they both broke his heart, and there seemed no way to distinguish between the two. As if grief had flavours .

Duiker said, a wave of sorrow flooding him.

Nor would he recognize hope if it came to him. Too much a stranger, too long a ghost.

The sorrow in his soul had begun to taste sour. Aged and dissolute, moments from crumbling. He did not know what would come in its wake. Resignation, as might find a fatally ill man in his last days? Or just an exultant eagerness to see it all end? At the moment, even despair seemed too much effort.

Damaged children know only despair. When they are grown into adults, that despair lies at the core of all that they do. It shapes their lives. It makes monsters of men and women who in turn perpetuate the cycle of despair with all the victims within their reach. Often, those victims are their own children.' She turned to look up at Kolo. 'This must be forgiven. All must be forgiven. To live the life of a victim is to be trapped inside despair, and no soul deserves that.