Quotes About Despair

My religion: Very seldom do I feel a need for the presence of God. I don't pray and I don't know how to pray. When I enter a church, I try to pray, but I can't tell if I succeed or not. But often I have religious "attacks": the desire for isolation, for contemplation far from other people. Despair. The desire (and the hope) for asceticism.

Cea dintâi È™i singura esenÈ›ial? datorie a omului este caritatea, adic? o neobosit? justificare a bucuriei existenÈ›ei. A face din viaÈ›a È™i cunoaÈ™terea ta o permanent? bucurie – în pofida tuturor mizeriilor, È™i întunecimilor, È™i p?catelor, È™i neputinÈ›elor, È™i dezn?dejdilor – iat? o datorie cu adev?rat viril?, o datorie a omului È™i a datoriei din tine.

Cred c? cel mai mare p?cat contra umanit??ii este triste?ea disperat? ridicat? ca valoare suprem? a spiritualit??ii

People here just can't wait to die, it seems. It's the main event. The only reason we're not all snuffed at birth is because that would reduce our suffering by a lifetime.

She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

When hope is gone, time is punishment.

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. It's not so much, what's the point? It's more like, what's the difference?

At that moment i felt lonelier than i'd ever felt before, and that loneliness seemed to squat in my lungs and crush all but my most minimal breathing. There was nothing left to say. Not about this. Not about anything.

Despair has its own voice. It is a prayer unlike any other.

you feel like a steel door has been locked; you're banging, but they just can't hear you. And being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in.

Survive this voyage. And once you do, find another soul in despair.

The power of misery is its long shadow. It darkens everything within view.

I didn't want to live anymore," I whispered. "I know. I heard you." "How? I never spoke." "Despair has its own voice. It is a prayer unlike any other.

She wanted to melt into the ground at that moment, just hot wax into a puddle and disappear through a sewer grate. His eyes. That look. No interest. Total humiliation

I feel ashamed now that I tried to take my life. It is such a precious thing. I had no one to talk me out of my despair, and that was a mistake. You need to keep people close. You need to give them access to your heart.

Loneliness was like an ogre hovering over those activities

Y sin esperanza, el tiempo es un castigo

Just stop, ok? Can't you see we're slowly dying here? People are slowly dying everywhere - they are continuously living. Every moment they draw breath, they can find glory I put here on Earth, if they look for it. TBH, this feels more like Hell.

With each passing sunset, our hope grows depleted, and we no longer feel like passengers of anything. We are souls adrift.

Sarah dragged her wreckage back to the house, up to her bedroom, and down into a deep dark hole.

And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

Alice." I hesitated. "What do I do now?" "Forgive yourself," she said. "Then use this grace to spread my spirit." "How do I do that?" "Survive this voyage. And once you do, find another soul in despair. And help them.

At the very bottom of things, thought Sandor, there is always this: the addict's belief that they are unlovable.

Another is the despair and emptiness they feel inside. I'm okay, they tell you. I'm fine.