Quotes About Despair

AWOL's most valuable commodity: hope. It's something in short supply for those who have been deemed not worth the sum of their parts.

Please give me a single reason why I shouldn't hurl myself beneath the wheels of that bus.

What must life have been like in the Age of Mortality? Full of passions, both good and bad. Fear giving rise to faith. Despair giving meaning to elation. They say even the winters were colder and the summers were warmer in those days.

He does not see . . . because his eyes are shut too tightly to know anything beyond his own anguish.

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? And there is the dance; strength and weakness, confidence and desolation.

Hope is a terrible thing to lose.

You know, he said, his voice making me feel cold in spite of the heat, this city can get ahold of you and pull you back no matter how hard you try to climb out. Like a grave.

The building was no warmer than the street outside, and it smelled like something died in there from smelling something else that died in there.

Have you ever just laid in bed unable to dredge up the will to get out of it?

He tries to think of other things, other places, but his mind keeps being drawn back to this place. Everyone's so close around him now. Yellow figures lean all around him like flower petals closing in. He does not deserve this. He has done many things, not all good, but he does not deserve this. And he never did get his priest.

Love is the finest and foulest thing in the world. It will drive a man to greatness even while driving him into despair.

Somewhere behind Anastasia, Scythe Asimov summed it up best. We have just entered the worst of all possible worlds.

All her hopes of a future have been torn away from her again-- and having those hopes, even briefly, makes this far more painful than not having had them at all.

What must life have been like in the Age of Mortality? Full of passions, both good and bad. Fear giving rise to faith. Despair giving meaning to elation.

We have just entered the worst of all possible worlds.

Do not look for my heart any more; the beasts have eaten it.

Have you sunk into so deep a stupor that you are happy only in your unhappiness? - Anywhere, Out of this World

Each day we're one step further into Hell, Content to move across the stinking pit.

He sadly resumes his path toward a desert that he knows is similar to the one he just crossed, escorted by the pale phantom they call Reason, who lights up the aridity of his path with a weak lantern, and who, when the thirst of passion comes back from time to time, quenches it with the poison of ennui.

Our mortal eyes, however bright, are only darkened melancholy mirrors.

But why is she weeping? She, the perfect beauty, Who could put at her feet the conquered human race, What secret malady gnaws at those sturdy flanks? —She is weeping, fool, because she has lived! And because she lives! But what she deplores Most, what makes her shudder down to her knees, Is that tomorrow, alas! she will still have to live! Tomorrow, after tomorrow, always!—like us!

All dark, all bloody, my heart

Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique, Défilent lentement dans mon âme ; l'Espoir, Vaincu, pleure, et l'Angoisse atroce, despotique, Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir.

Ah! ¡no haber parido todo un nudo de víboras, Antes que amamantar esta irrisión! ¡Maldita sea la noche de placeres efímeros En que mi vientre concibió mi expiación!