Quotes About Despair

Because it's still a heartache. And nothing makes you want to die more than that.

I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

I am prone to despair. We are all born with a particular personality. I get afraid and then I don't want to leave the house.

In a world that's ugly and a lie, it's hard to even want to try.

I may know that the world is an ugly place, I still don't want to see it.

If you want something done right, just forget it.

The survivors (of a nuclear war) would envy the dead.

Those remarkable, God-given eyes! That glorious, good-natured personality! Elijah's Frodo is a dazzling light in the doom and gloom of war and despair.

Lead me from death to life, from falsehood to truth; Lead me from despair to hope, from fear to trust; Lead me from hate to love, from war to peace; Let peace fill our heart, our world, our universe

No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.

So many in our world today are suffering from isolation, war and oppression. So much money is spent on the construction of armaments. Many, many young people are in despair because of the danger.

For me war has become a flat, black depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhaustion of the spirit.

Richmond has fallen - and I have no heart to write about it... They are too many for us. Everything lost in Richmond, even our archives. Blue-black is our horizon.

Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate... but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins.

Slum kids die slowly, their lives eroded at so languid a pace that even they would have trouble tracing the disintegration. To the children of war death explodes like a car bomb.

I locked the door and turned on the water to fill the tub. I made it so hot that I had to get in real slow. I wanted it to hurt; wanted my outside to feel as bad as my inside. I sat there a long time watching my skin turn redder and redder... Finally my insides was as fiery as my skin. I liked the burn and hoped it took everything I'd been wishing for and turned it to ashes.

in his chest, his heart seeped. It wasn`t blood that escaped - that had been shed long ago - but a thick, bile-like fluid that ran through veins that had become rivers of pain carrying a bottomless cargo of grief.

No, Wright wouldn't like the bird—a thing that sang. She used to sing. He killed that, too.

Mrs. Hale had not moved. "If there had been years and years of—nothing, then a bird to sing to you, it would be awful—still—after the bird was still.

There was another interruption. Mrs Reilly flung open the double doors and announced in a despairing tone, "If yez don't come now, the beef'll be burned to blazes. It's up to you." She turned on her heel and stalked off. "In other words," said SP, "luncheon is served.

I've seen enough change in my lifetime to know that despair is not only self-defeating, it is unrealistic.

I felt dead and sick inside.

Ah, well...hell is full of burning boats, did you know that, Nadir? I daresay that's what makes it so bloody hot.

She was shrinking into a horrible, ugly thing that no one wanted to see, or speak to, or have anything to do with at all, so she had to get plucked out like a weed, or crushed like a disgusting, mouldy crumb.