Quotes About Despair

Everyone looked like a broken-down movie extra, a withered starlet; disenchanted stunt-men, midget auto-racers, poignant California characters with their end-of-the-continent sadness, handsome, decadent, Casanova-ish men, puffy-eyed motel blondes, hustlers, pimps, whores, masseurs, bellhops-- a lemon lot, and how's a man going to make a living with a gang like that?

There are also silent drinkers with big chapped red fists around silent glasses, huddled over, figuring out ways to get their wives outa their thoughts and you can see their mouths lengthen down and draw sorrow almost as you look.

Poor [Jack Kerouac], his day is so sorrowful and worried, his reasons are so ephemeral, it's such a haunted and pitiful thing to have to live.

Todo el interior de unas vidas interminables y sin final que es vacío. Lastimosas formas de ignorancia.

Well, now you know me. You know I don't have close relationships with anybody any more - I don't know what to do with these things. I hold things in my hand like pieces of crap and don't know where to put it down.

Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life. I stumbled haggardly out of the station; I had no more control.

Quando lo trovai a Mill City quella mattina era piombato in uno di quei periodi depressi e infernali che arrivano ai giovanotti sui venticinque.

After all a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.

O sad American night!

Down in Denver, down in Denver, all I did was die.

He was a man without a past, whose future was the imminent grave and whose present was a bitter fever of living.

A suicide kills two people, Maggie, that's what it's for!

When we arrived in London, my sadness at leaving Paris was turned into despair. After my long stay in the French capital, huge, ponderous, massive London seemed to me as ugly a thing as man could contrive to make.

I see so many people. They just seem to be hopeless. Being a Christian and being a pastor, the ultimate hope is in Jesus.

Despair is a cop-out, the ultimate abdication of all responsibility, in which people feel justified in their feelings of impotence. But if, on the other hand, you feel that your work in the world does make a difference and that you do have the power to change things, the nay-sayers will turn a deaf ear.

Crime takes root when household budgets are unable to address the conditions that can lead to despair and violence, and government services and policies do not adequately address underemployment, poor mental health care and learning disabilities that hold young people back.

My money was stolen from me. I was eventually stripped of the ability to make even the most basic decisions... my daily life became unbearable.

There's so many times when you see into the lives of these women in Gilead, and it's just unbearable. It's a fate that's just, I don't even know how to say it. I don't have words.

How many hopes and dreams are trapped within these bones? How many wonders lie never to be discovered? This is what war is. Desolation, despair and loss. There are no victors.

All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.

God pity the tortured hearts that will pant through this night! And the agony of the poor wife who has heard that her husband is really killed!

Take caution when declaring war because you may believe it will be easy, but war will always end in despair.

Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shout"I see your lights!" But ours had long died out.

Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge your eyes. Carve out your heart. And what will you get from Him? Only Silence. Indifference.