Quotes About Despair

Our contemporary poverty is as transparent as glass and as invisible as the air. Our poverty is kilometer-long lines, the constant elbowing, spiteful officials, trains late without reason, the water cut off by some disaster (...), the monotony of living without any hope whatsoever, the decaying historic cities, the provinces emptying the rivers poisoned. Our poverty is the grace of the totalitarian state by whose grace we live.

ja od dziecka rozstaje si? z ?yciem i nie mog? rozsta?. Marudz? na przejazdach kolejowych, chodz? pod ?cianami, gdzie spadaj? dachówki, upijam si? do utraty przytomno?ci, napastuj? chuliganów. I tak zbli?am si? do mety.

Love is a heartless bastard

There is no light for those who do not know darkness.

Hun husket fillebyltene som en gang hadde vært menn, menn hvis søken etter et bedre liv hadde fått en æreløs slutt. Renspiste av kråker og dingoer, glemt og ikke sørget over. Pappa fortjente bedre.

I wake up every morning and I wish I were dead, and so does Jim.

Sarte was right, Hell is other people

I'm not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I'm old, perhaps.

She could not mourn. She could no longer weep grasping the essence of annihilation, she wished only to cease, to be no more, as if sunk in some profound sleep devoid of wakening.

People went up and down Sixth Avenue with the word motherfucker in their heads. They felt no emotions, had no sensation of life, love, or the pursuit of happiness, but only the knowledge of being stuck between a Thursday and a Saturday, air and things, this thought and the next, philosophy and action; birth, death, God, the devil, heaven, and hell. There was no escape, ever, was what people felt.

as a teenager i experienced existential despair as an unsexy sensation of repressed orgasm in the chest; today i experience existential despair as a distinct sensation of wanting to lecture you on how i am better than you, without crushing your hopes and dreams

most days, a keen, gray energy (this deadened sort of voltage--something of the faux-sophistication, low-grade restlessness, and, in that she often had the urge to stop walking and curl against a building and sleep there and freeze to death, a passive-aggressive sort of suicidal despair) would move through her (though some afternoons around her, uncertainly, like she might be in the way, and then she'd just feel indistinct and hungry).

He wanted more than anything, to walk over the bridge. To just leave Oyster Point and go to college in the city, where maybe people were different. But he also said that he was afraid that if he set out to cross that bridge, he might not make it to the other end without giving in to the temptation to jump and just be done with it.

it is important to recognize the power of our emotions--and to take responsibility for them by creating a light and positive atmosphere around ourselves. This attitude of joy that we create helps alleviate states of hopelessness, loneliness, and despair. Our relationships with others thus naturally improve, and little by little the whole of society becomes more positive and balanced.

I mourned as though I had miscarried. My body apparently was fertile soil, but my life was not.

I am deeply convinced that happiness does not exist in this world.

money came from human misery and death and despair, as always it does.

It was a despair in his heart. Slowly, a numbness began in his feet and crept upward, but his thoughts became more intense. Men were born alone; they lived alone. But most terrible of all, they died alone. And died impotent. The impotence was worse, in the last hour, when a man realized that his life had been one endless insult against life and nature and his fellows. Then there was no consolation. There was only the looking down into the abyss. For this loneliness, there was no hope.

There were moments during this section of the climb when Hillalum despaired, feeling displaced and estranged from the world; it was as if the earth had rejected him for his faithlessness, while heaven disdained to accept him.

The problem isn't that I've hit rock bottom. The problem is that I haven't.

Don't know whyThere's no sun up in the sky,Stormy weather,Since my man and I ain't together,Keeps rainin' all the time.

When she left me I stood out in the thunderstorm, hoping to be destroyed by lightning. It missed, first left, then right.

I felt less like Cinderella and more like used drywall. Perpetually screwed.

I was thinking of my patients and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of bad or good luck. When they could no longer blame fate they were in despair.