Quotes About Despair

I was feeling unfulfilled and, frankly, rather crappy about everything. I wasn't going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of us weren't even doing little things.

I could scream down 90 mountains to less than dust if only one living human had eyes in the head and heart in the body, but there is no chance, my god, no chance. rat with rat dog with dog hog with hog, play the piano drunk listen to the drunk piano, realize the myth of mercy stand still as even a child's voice snarls and we have not been fooled, it was only that we wanted to believe.

it is so dark now with the sadness of people they were tricked, they were taught to expect the ultimate when nothing is promised now young girls weep alone in small rooms old men angrily swing their canes at visions as ladies comb their hair as ants search for survival history surrounds us and our lives slink away in shame.

if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.

I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.

This birth thing. And this death thing. Each one had it's turn. We entered alone and we left alone. And most of us lived lonely and frightened and incomplete lives. An incomparable sadness descended up on me. Seeing all that life that must die. Seeing all that life that would first turn to hate, to dementia, to neuroses, to stupidity, to fear, to murder, to nothing - nothing in life and nothing in death.

I don't know if this is true to you but for me sometimes it gets so bad that anything else say like looking at a bird on an overhead power line seems as great as a Beethoven symphony. then you forget it and you're back again.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

Everything was eternally dreary, dismal, damned. Even the weather was insolent and bitchy.

We've died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

It's not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there's no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.

most days go nowhere but the avoidance of pain and dissolution are lovely.

I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.

One more drink and you're dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head.

I had no Freedom. I had nothing.

I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

I have lost my rhythm. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I have been robbed of my filth.

the dark is empty; most of our heroes have been wrong

And remember the old dogs who fought so well: Hemingway, Celine, Dostoevsky, Hamsun. If you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.

And then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the saddest smile I ever saw.

I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, where on my knees I prayed for LIGHT, I prayed for l*i*g*h*t, and praying crawled like a blind slug into the web where threads of wind stuck against my mind and I died of pity for Man, for myself, on a cross without nails, watching in fear as the pig belches in his sty, farts, blinks and eats.

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left… The others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go

It's just that the grape has me down.

humanity you sick motherfucker.