Quotes About Despair

Suicide fails as you get older: There's less and less to kill

Ä°nsanlar?n yan?nda mutlu deÄŸilim, yeterince içersem kayboluyorlar.

I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory.

But somehow, I've got to get out, and make sure that almost all humanity is still a large piece of crap.

Dripping faucets, farts of passion, flat tires - are all sadder than death.

olen aina sanonut: jos haluat selvittää ketkä ovat ystäviäsi niin mene hullujenhuoneelle tai vankilaan ja jos haluat tietää millaista on elää ilman rakkautta niin ole ikuinen häviäjä

I felt too miserable to be unhappy.

I said goodbye again sucking up all that was left of her into the little that was left of me. I said, don't look for me again. fuck it. we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye. — Charles Bukowski, from "Rimbaud be damned," The People Look Like Flowers at Last . (Ecco; First Edition edition March 27, 2007)

Aeg oli seisma jäänud ja eksistents oli väljakannatamatu.

The '67 model was the last good Volks—and the young men knew it. "Hepburn, they stole our fucking car." "Oh Hank, surely not!" "It's gone. It was sitting there." I pointed. "Now it's gone." "Hank, what will we do?" "We'll take a taxi. I really feel bad." "Why do people do that?" "They have to. It's their way out." We

Ä°NTÄ°HAR. Aniden yanan bir ???k gibi. Karanl?kta. Ç?k?? yolu olduÄŸunu bilmek içerde kalmay? kolaylaÅŸt?r?r.

Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.

Fiquei para ali a tentar descobrir que teria eu feito. apetecia-me chorar mas não saiu nada, era apenas uma espécie de náusea triste, uma tristeza brutal, quando é impossível sentirmo-nos pior. julgo que já vos terá acontecido. julgo que já terá acontecido a toda a gente uma ou outra vez. mas julgo que tem acontecido com muita frequência, demasiada frequência.

sometimes there is a dark cloud that never passes. It stays forever!" "Well, that's death.

Sinceramente, horrorizava-me a vida, aquilo que um tipo tinha de fazer só para poder comer, dormir e andar vestido. De maneira que fiquei na cama a beber. Quando bebemos, o mundo continua lá fora, mas por instantes deixa de nos sufocar.

La vida, tan fea como parece, quizá merezca vivirse tres o cuatro días más.

No era mi día. Ni mi semana, ni mi mes, ni mi año. Ni mi vida. ¡Maldita sea!

I think a man can keep o drinking for centuries, he'll never die; especially wine or beer... I like drunkards, man, because drunkards, they come out of it, and they're sick and they spring back, they spring back and forth... if I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.

the jellyfish has a purpose, the hyena, the tick, the rat, the roach each filled with their swollen light. my light is out. who did this to me?

Well, the rain stopped but the pain was still there

ve birden hepsinin toplu olarak düzüÅŸtüklerini hayal ettim pistin ortas?nda ölüler iÄŸrenç ve bayat meniyle ölüleri suluyor. ortal?kta dolan?p geÄŸiriyor osuruyor birbirlerine çarp?yor iÄŸrenç kokuyor kaybediyor düÅŸten nefret ediyorlard? gerçekleÅŸmediÄŸi için...

kahretsin, kaybetmemiz mümkün deÄŸilmiÅŸ gibi gelmiÅŸti bize ama kaybettik...

She sighed. Ignatius, do you know what the opposite of love is? Hate, I said. Despair, Sister said. Despair is the opposite of love.

The poem's not fragile. You can beat on it. It's got good traction. Paraphrased, its four stanzas go like this: 1. You're fucked. 2. We're all fucked. 3. Why? 4. Let's eat lunch.