Quotes About Despair

You are sad. I am always sad.

She thought, this is the end of happiness, darkness begins here.

I can't tell you—oh I can't tell you—how awful—how sort of unlivable—everything is now—like a great black wall in front of me—Something's got to smash.

She was a part, an evidence, of some pure uncracked unfissured confidence in the good which was never there for me again.

there was a feeling as if I carried a small leaden coffin in the place of my heart

Anyway, as you say, what the hell. I know, I've been to hell, I've seen it, I've been shown round. I'll kill myself. You'll see, you'll be sorry.

I'm as lonely as a lunatic.

For a while everything became too terrible, one could scarcely bear to be conscious.

But by now anything was better than hope.

I thought it might make him despair of life, but he has despaired anyway.

She thought, perhaps I am simply mad. It will grow worse. That will be my life.

I'm just one long disappointment.

Every night is an imitation of death. Without that I would have killed myself long ago.' She

He did not consciously wish for death but he grieved at night for some blank thing which he could not even name.

It's just that I don't hope any more, I've lost my nerve.

She has lost the instinct for happiness.

In the clairvoyance of this despair he had seen how much his folly had already damaged both of them.

There is no light where I am. If any comes it is not enlightenment but lightning.

She thought, I shall die of misery and pain.

the huge machine of her misery.

But oh — time has become such a torture, a slow torture. One tries to capture a piece of time that lies ahead and is full of light . . . but thinking about that just makes this awful black time even blacker.

She lived in private with her own horror.

I can't see why anyone would want to go on living when they've got like that. Whatever can he look forward to?' 'The next drink.' 'Well, you would! I think old age is awful. I hope I'll never be old.

I am going mad, she thought, I am in some sort of silent raging grief of which I shall die, everything has gone.