Quotes About Despair

I wish she was dead," he says. "I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.

If you die, and I live, there's no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You're my whole life," he says. "I would never be happy

Me pregunto si disfrutará viéndome morir.

No em poden fer mal. […] Ja no queda ningú que m'estimi.

No. I will never get him back. So then dead is best.

His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.

He slumps back in his chair, distraught.

Me meto en una pesadilla de la que despierto sólo para encontrarme con algo aún peor. Las cosas que más miedo me dan, las cosas que más temo que le sucedan a los demás, se manifiestan con unos detalles tan vívidos que me parecen reales. Cada vez que me despierto pienso que por fin se ha acabado todo, pero no, tan sólo es el comienzo de un nuevo capítulo de torturas.

To keep myself from harming or calling N and to stave off the rage and despair, I focus on my extraordinary son, drink midrange Chardonnay every night after he is asleep, and make a barrage of late-night mail-order retail purchases placed from the couch. The couch has officially become my second battle station. I am angry and I have credit And I´m all blackened inside; I should wear a pointy witch hat around Larkspur as I go to the bank and drop A off at day care. It would be more honest.

Très, très, triste...

They had all come here to have their babies in secret and to give up their flesh and blood for adoption. In Alice's mind, the rooms and the hallway echoed with their silent tears; the carpets absorbed their sorrow and the curtains soaked up their despair

Benno nodded, but added brightly. "Maybe we should give her advice on how to meet other guys, though! That would probably cheer her up!" "Nothing will cheer her up." Silvia pronounced in a hollow tone, sounding like an oracle of doom. "She loves him, he does not love her. Nothing could be worse." Kate clucked her tongue with annoyance. "Really? How about failing a class, breaking an arm, losing a wallet—

I'm so alone it's like being dead but still conscious.

We've run out of comforting things to say.

Do you really think anything can ever be the same again? She's empty, Sloane. She's the walking dead now.

But he was drowning and he pulled her down with him. He destroyed that loving girl and broke her into a million pieces. That shame would never go away.

Blues are the songs of despair, but gospel songs are the songs of hope.

I foresee that man will resign himself each day to new abominations, and soon that only bandits and soldiers will be left.

If you're an advocate of gentleness, you're simplistic and naive. If you're an advocate of despair and hate, you're sophisticated.

Sorrow for sin is indeed necessary, but it should not be an endless preoccupation. You must dwell also on the glad remembrance of God's loving-kindness; otherwise, sadness will harden the heart and lead it more deeply into despair.

Despair is despair, sorrow is sorrow, death is death. It's not about who is experiencing it; it's about building a bridge of empathy across these experiences.

I'm sorry, I'm absolutely convinced that there is at the moment no realistic prospect for very much hope in human affairs.

I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.

Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.