Quotes About Despair

Her daddy drank all day and mommy did drugs, never wanted to play or give kisses and hugs. She'd watch the TV and sit there on the couch, while her mom fell asleep and her daddy went out.

I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.

Laissez-faire, supply and demand-one begins to be weary of all that. Leave all to egotism, to ravenous greed of money, of pleasure, of applause-it is the gospel of despair.

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.

I had a mink, and I had money and I was miserable.

For the first time in my life I realized what a horrible, miserable, salvationless hell it is to be without money.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night.

Consider, if you will, the morning boner. What a metaphor of hope and renewal! How can anyone give way to despair when one's groin greets each day with such a gala spectacle of physical optimism?

In the middle of the night, there is always less hope; in the dawn of the morning, there is always more hope!

There was no despondency when she fell asleep that night; nor was there hope when she awoke in the morning.

Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.

I woke up every morning hoping to die and then spent the rest of the day wondering if maybe I was already dead because I couldn't even tell the difference.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

My mother had a look on her face that I'll never forget. It was one of complete despair and horror, for losing Bing, for being so foolish as to think she could use faith to change fate.

A terrific sadness swept over Jerry. As if somebody had died. The way he felt standing in the cemetry that day they buried his mother. And nothing you could do about it.

Yes, and when the love of life disappears, no meaning can console us.

Estragon: I can't go on like this. Vladimir: That's what you think.

There's no point in writing my kind of stuff, when they're printing that kind of stuff. So I gave up and started drinking.

Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano.

When a man is in despair, it means that he still believes in something.

Once upon a time I was falling in love, now I'm only falling apart.

If you've lost your faith in love and music, Oh the end won't be long...

Music is the brandy of the damned.