Quotes About Despair

Hell, madam, is to love no longer.

He stopped suddenly, put his hand to his throat for a few minutes with his features fixed in a kind of stupid, hopeless searching look. Then his face brightened a little in spite of the anguish which he had doubtlessly forgotten.

Suicide only really frightens those who are never tempted by it and never will be, for its darkness only welcomes those who are predestined to it.

It is on a day like this one, a little later, a little earlier, that you discover, without surprise, that something is wrong, that, without mincing words, you don't know how to live, that you will never know." -from "A Man Asleep

The man did not attempt to deny it: 'Yes! It's the fault of this town.' The woman, pale and mournful, agreed: 'It's not our fault. Death is stronger than Love here.' ("The Dead Town")

For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.

The poor are used to stifling any expression of their despair, because they must get on with life, with work, with the demands made of them day after day, hour after hour.

His mouth open, he fell asleep, because a man always falls asleep in the end. One weeps, one shrieks, one rages, one despairs, and then one eats and sleeps as if nothing had happened.

Why, despite the blinding brightness, did everything look gray? It was as if the painfully sharp lights were helpless to dispel all the darkness the people had brought in from the night outside.

And now I wish I hadn't been civil, because he says he shall not despair! He is as stupid as Endymion!" "No, no!" said Alverstoke soothingly. "Nobody could be as stupid as Endymion!

the dark night of the soul is endless.

Despair is a cavern beneath our feet and we teeter on its very brink.

I don't see her anymore. We don't even go through the motions. Ozren had been right about one thing: some stories just don't have happy endings.

If there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another, and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.

I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, the calm, and the astonishment, Desire illimitable, and silent content, And all dear names men use, to cheat despair, For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear Our hearts at random down the dark of life.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning.

To persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man. The coward despairs.

In durance vile here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

I'll have to, as you say, take a stand, do something toward shaking up that system. ... Despair ... is too easy an out.

Depression is the inability to construct a future.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time in the midst of wretchedness.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

Despair is the price one pays for setting himself an impossible aim.