Quotes About Despair

Then I heard a man scream from the next ward, Joe, where are you? Joe, you said you'd come back! Joe, where are you? The voice was loud and so sad, so agonized.(...) Joe wasn't coming. It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.

The earth. Smog, murder, the poisoned air, the poisoned water, the poisoned food, the hatred, the hopelessness, everything. The only beautiful thing about the earth is the animals and now they are being killed off, soon they will be gone except for pet rats and race horses. It's so sad, no wonder you drink so much.

I bought two tall six-packs of Schlitz and went back to my place and drank down the requiem.

If I bet on Humanity I'd never cash a ticket.

my blood is soiled and a dark angel sits in my brain

A comida faz bem aos nervos e ao espírito. A coragem vem do estômago - tudo o resto é desespero.

their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter.

The bums were better dressed, younger, but just as listless. They sat around on the window ledges, hunched forward, getting warm in the sun and drinking the free coffee that W.F.I. offered. There was no cream and sugar, but it was free.

the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights-out in a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine entered our veins when blood was too weak to carry on; and it will happen to others, and our few good times will be rare because we have a critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter

tonight this room is smoky and I am alone listening to the silence. I am tired of waiting on life, it was so slow to arrive and so quick to leave. the streets and the cities are empty, love is on the damned cross and death laughs in the back room. at the edge, the edge, the edge.

Algunas personas nunca enloquecen. Tendrán unas vidas realmente horribles.

Maldita sea, parecía imposible que perdiéramos, pero perdimos.

I am humanely destroyed, I am the horseplayer who became the racetrack.

Žem?. Smogas, žmogžudyst?s, užnuodytas oras, užnuodytas maistas, neapykanta, beviltiškumas, viskas. Vienintelis nuostabus dalykas Žem?je - gyv?nai, ta?iau ir juos naikina, tuoj nebeliks n? vieno išskyrus prijaukintas žiurkes ir hipodromo žirgus.

Most of these men's lives were so tortured that I enjoyed reading about them, thinking, well, I am in hell too and I can't even write music.

What's wrong is that I am a GIANT HUNK OF SHIT!

Getting out of bed in the morning was the same as facing the blank wall of the Universe.

that's just what happens when the words carry you and you forget the human side. Writers are all bastards, trying to knock off each other or some editor, or they, like I, throw dirt on the dying. I hate my guts.

hell is built piece by piece brick by brick around you.

I had read that more people committed suicide on Christmas Eve and on Christmas Day than at any other time. The holiday had little or nothing to do with the Birth of Christ, apparently.

I don't want to save the World, I don't even want to save me. We're so boring that we don't event want to save ourselves…There's nothing left to say, we're so fucking boring. Let it die I say. Let there be a new beginning…It's awful. Goodnight!

And what hurts is the steadily diminishing humanity of those fighting to hold jobs they don't want but fear the alternative worse. People simply empty out. They are bodies with fearful and obedient minds. The color leaves the eye. The voice becomes ugly. And the body. The hair. The fingernails. The shoes. Everything does.

I've been so down in the mouth lately that sometimes when I bend over to lace my shoes there are three tongues.

I'd walk down the street and I'd stagger, sober I'd stagger, hear churchbells, wounded dogs, wounded me, all that.