Quotes About Despair

I only knew the schoolbooks said he "died in the wilderness, of a broken heart.""More than him has done that, " said Antonia sadly, and the girls murmured assent.

I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead

Sober Minds give the world a chance. True Love brings you Hope. Blind Faith moves mountains. And the main savior from despair is Laughter.

You chose love and you lost.

One of life's machinations is to make some people both rich and unhappy, that is, jointly fragile and deprived of hope.

Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears.

Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears. When they finish, they feel better. But to those without hope, whose anguish is basic and permanent, no good comes from crying. Nothing changes for them. They usually know this, but still can't help crying.

Self-destruction is an act best performed in the dark.

The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.

The sick in mind, and, perhaps, in body, are rendered more darkly and hopelessly so by the manifold reflection of their disease, mirrored back from all quarters in the deportment of those about them; they are compelled to inhale the poison of their own breath, in infinite repetition.

Woman, I could wellnigh pity thee! said Roger Chillingworth, unable to restrain a thrill of admiration too; for there was a quality almost majestic in the despair which she expressed. Thou hadst great elements. Peradventure, hadst thou met earlier with a better love than mine, this evil had not been. I pity thee, for the good that has been wasted in thy nature!

She could scarcely forgive him--least of all now, when the heavy footstep of their approaching Fate might be heard, nearer, nearer, nearer!--for being able so completely to withdraw himself from their mutual world--while she groped darkly, and stretched forth her cold hands, and found him not.

Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers--stern and wild ones--and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.

In short, there has seldom been seen so depressed and sad a figure as this young girl's; and it was hardly possible to help being angry with her, from mere despair of doing anything for her comfort.

The tendency of her fate and fortunes had been to set her free. The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers - stern and wild ones - and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.

You are my evil spirit, you and the hard, coarse world! The leaden thoughts and the despondency that you fling upon me are my clogs, else I should long ago have achieved the task that I was created for.

a poor, deceived, and half-delirious girl, who, exclaiming that she was the most worthless thing alive or dead, attempted to cast herself into the fire amid all that wrecked and broken trumpery of the world.

There is no good on earth; and sun is but a name. Come devil; for to thee is this world given.

Lo! there ye stand, my children, said the figure, in a deep and solemn tone, almost sad, with its despairing awfulness, as if his once angelic nature could yet mourn for our miserable race. Depending upon one another's hearts, ye had still hoped that virtue were not all a dream! Now are ye undeceived! Evil is the nature of mankind. Evil must be your only happiness.

Ahora, si tu aliento es por fortuna tan fatal para nosotros como para todos los demás, unamos nuestros labios en un beso de odio inexpresable, ¡y muramos así!

I don't know how best to explain how I felt at that moment. Perhaps, for the first time, it was the sadness of knowing that the world had no place for me.

And you know the darkness beyond despair, just as intimately as you know the soaring heights. Because in this and all universes, there is balance. You can't have the one without facing the other. And sometimes you think you can take it because the joy is worth the despair, and sometimes you know you can't take it and how did you ever think you could?

You have robbed me, and everyone here, of their purpose. That's not salvation, that's damnation.

Already Roland feels his limbs starting to go numb. He swallows hard. I hate this. I hate you. I hate all of you. I understand.