Quotes About Despair

Von allen Abenteuern ist Selbstmord das literarischste, mehr noch als Mord.

I am now no more than a pile of blood, bone and meat that is unhappy.

crees que me amarían, unos niños engendrados desde las entrañas de la indiferencia? Por supuesto que no. Me odiarían y me despreciarían, que es exactamente lo que yo me merecería. ¿Quién necesita a un padre de corazón ausente?

I'm not broken, I'm ruined. Do you understand the difference? With broken maybe you can fix things. Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury me.

Phury knelt beside him and stroked his face. I've only ever had you to live for. If you die I have nothing. I'm utterly lost. And you are needed here. Zsadist tried to reach out, but couldn't lift his arms as Phury stood up. God, Z, I keep thinking this tragedy of ours is going to be over. But it just keeps going, doesn't it? Zsadist blacked out to the sound of his twin's boots heading from the room.

There was both love and despair in his voice. He was truly handicapped when it came to emotions, and falling in love hadn't changed that...

My twin's not broken. He's ruined. Do you understand the difference? With broken, maybe you can fix things. Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury him.

From across the dark bedroom, Lassiter stood in the corner next to the highboy, feeling like crap while Tohr whispered to the dress. Scrubbing his face, he wondered why … why in the hell, of all the ways he could have gotten free of the In Between, did it have to be this one. The shit was starting to get to him.

My twin's not broken; he's ruined Do you understand the difference? With Broken maybe you can fix things; Ruined all you can do is wait to bury him -Phury to Bella

His heart was as empty as her stare.

My twin's not broken. He's ruined. Do you understand the difference? With broken, maybe you can fix things. Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury him.

Quando le braccia della maichen lo avvolsero e lei gli accarezzò la nuca, iAm sussultò…e si rese conto che in tutti gli anni che aveva passato sulla Terra, era la prima volta che aveva un posto dove andare quando sentiva che il mondo era un posto di merda e il tempo non era niente di più una tortura da sopportare.

White trash had a way of finding their graves. Along with wife beating and beer sucking, dying was probably their only core competency.

She was so alone. Caged in a beautiful, wealthy, fancy nightmare where the bogeymen wore tuxedos and smoking jackets and the vultures swooped down on wings of satin and silk to peck out her eyes.

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.

No matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

Down in Denver, all I did was die.

O hell, I'm sick of life - If I had any guts I'd drown myself in that tiresome water but that wouldn't be getting it over at all, I can just see the big transformations and plans jellying down there to curse us up in some other wretched suffering form eternities of it - I guess that's what the kid feels - She looks so sad down there wandering Ophelialike in bare feet among thunders.

America is a lonely crock of shit...

I feel impossibly sad and like I'll die, what can we do?

I started to cry. And I looked up and saw the bleak pines by the bleak mills of Roanoke Rapids with one final despair, like the despair of a man who has nothing left to do but leave the earth forever.

And I saw how everybody dies and nobody's going to care. I felt how it is to live just so you can die like a bull trapped in a screaming human ring.

Vinny's was the scene of suicide hookies.

It seems to me now that my life is writing, be it only words without meaning...When I am 33 I shall put a bullet straight through me.