Quotes About Despair

Listen to the sea...it sounds like a coffin being dragged over broken glass.

Aunt Lavinia always had a near-religious belief that it was wicked to inflict one's personal despair on others. Any display of self-pity or self-dissatisfaction she saw as a social cruelty that was very nearly criminal.

God hates me.

He waited for the black, terrible anger as though for some beast out of the night. But it did not come to him. His bowels seemed weighted with lead, and he walked slowly and lingered against fences and the cold, wet walls of buildings by the way. Descent into the depths until at last there was no further chasm below. He touched the solid bottom of despair and there took ease.

There was a hollow in her chest, but at the bottom of this emptiness a heavy weight pressed down and bruised her stomach, so that she felt sick.

Then when he had washed the ashtray and the glass he brought out a pistol from his pocket and put a bullet in his chest.

What good was it? That was the question she would like to know. What the hell good was it. All the plans she had made, and the music. When all that came of it was this trap--the store, then home to sleep, and back at the store again.

She hated herself, and had become a loafer and a big no-good who hung around the summer kitchen: dirty and greedy and mean and sad.

Now that it was over there was only her heart like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.

Being mad is no good. Nothing we can do is any good. That's the way it seems to me. All we can do is go around telling the truth.

Frances wanted the whole world to die.

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Todos los días eran iguales para ellos, porque estaban tan solos que nada les estorbaba

Platitudes or otherwise, there were no words to ease the agony of living.

Her forehead fell to rest on the tile, her eyes burning, flooding, overflowing with the pain he seemed unable to express and she couldn't escape.

Mattie felt drained, as though someone had stood her on her head and poured her entire heart and soul right out of her body.

Instead of blue skies and sunshine, there are grey clouds and endless rain that seeps into your bones, your soul.

I always knew this day would come. I just didn't know where, or when. I certainly never imagined it would be in a place like this, on a planet killer the like of which the galaxy has never seen. A million voices cry out as one, washing over me, their pain my own.

Despair can be altered by one simple smile offered by a stranger; confidence can become fear by the arrival of one uneasy presence.

Doesn't it strike you that the one person I save every day is a person who doesn't even want to live? Doesn't it make you feel completely redundant?

If only they knew how his days were covered in darkness, as if someone had turned off the light switch in his mind; if only they knew how his waking up in the morning was the first disappoint of every day. He was tired, he had nothing left to give, no more ideas to try.

She was all that I knew, all that was dear. I'd loved her and she'd loved me. Now I was alone in the world. How would I do without her? My thoughts echoed the landlady: What would become of me?

This afternoon it rains as never before; and I don't feel like staying alive, heart. This afternoon is pleasant. Why shouldn't it be? It is wearing grace and pain; it is dressed like a woman.

The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.