Quotes About Despair

When she enters the room she immediately shuts the window and draws the shade with a quick, hard pull. Then she throws herself down on the bed, and the sobbing starts all over again. It's as if she can't sob when she's not in a lying position - either that or she has to start sobbing the moment she lies down.

I have no philosophy in which I can move like a fish in water or a bird on the wing. All I have is an endless struggle, every second of my life, between false consolations that only add to my feeling of powerlessness and deepen my despair, and true consolations that bring me momentary freedom. I should probably say the true consolation, because for me only one exists: the one that allows me to know myself as a free human being, within my own boundaries, untouchable.

Med näsduken pressad mot ett öga i taget gråter han av tomhet, gråter och gråter, ty tomheten har fler tårar än någonting annat.

L'idée me vient finalement que toute consolation ne prenant pas en compte ma liberté est trompeuse, qu'elle n'est que l'image réfléchie de mon désespoir.

You're no mystery, But just plain MISERY.

My chest was tight with painful, intoxicated misery.

Madness there, little other than I had expected, and grief and love, but mainly madness.

Impotency was just another part of the murky hinterland that was once the light of his soul.

A corrupt sweetness lined the back of his throat, a taste of nightmare.

What right had he to come and talk to them so casually in their grief and despair?

You have filled me with death, with your breath of death.

I am a man, he thought. Oh God, it is vile!

Only hours before, I had been poignantly balancing on the rim of a terrible abyss, my heart and head full of profundity; now I was living in a nightmare of farce.

In the darkness beyond life, pain would end.

He passed several bodies that had fallen out of their niches onto the floor, their broken limbs positioned in attitudes of despair and terror, their crushed faces expressing the most appalling horror.

As the warm and living palpitation diminished into the cold and silent roches, the dwindling group of unroched saw their hopes become fears. All had succumbed eventually. All. Until Casmeer had been left alone in the city, listening to only a sour wind and the quiet inner throb of his own grief.

What are we but despairing souls trapped in lumps of flesh?

A place like this should not exist in such a cruel world. To find it there was to have hope restored.

We are simple folk, us Sacramantans. We need hope as well as despair for a good night out.

Something dark had hooked itself into my heart.

It was the cry of someone who'd looked in the abyss, someone who had previously not even known the abyss existed. It was the sound of a soul tearing.

Play allows us to develop alternatives to violence and despair....

you fantasize too much. It will make you dream. Dreams will turn to hopes. Hopes will turn to longing. Longing will turn to despair. Despair will turn to laughter. And laughter will get you in trouble.

The day was dark as a lawyer's soul.