Quotes About Despair

And the pleasures and rewards of the intellect are inseparable from angst, uncertainty, conflict and even despair.

I]n a place with absolutely no private or personal life, with the incessant worship of a mediocre career-sadist as the only culture, where all citizens are the permanent property of the state, the highest form of pointlessness has been achieved.

When love goes bad nothing goes worse.

The moment of near despair is quite often the moment that precedes courage rather than resignation. In a sense, with the back to the wall and no exit but death or acceptance, the options narrow to one.

Here, in their midst, George feels a sort of vertigo. Oh God, what will become of them all? What chance have they? Ought I to yell out to them, right now, here, that it's hopeless?

He feels a nausea of distaste for them all; then sudden rage. Damn all food. Damn all life. He would like to abandon his shopping-cart, although it's already full of provisions.But that would make extra work for the clerks, and one of them is cute. The alternative, to put the whole lot back in the proper places himself, seems like a labour of Hercules; for the overpowering sloth of sadness is upon him. The sloth that ends in going to bed and staying there until you develop some disease.

FAUSTUS: Where are you damn'd? MEPHISTOPHILIS: In hell. FAUSTUS: How comes it, then, that thou art out of hell? MEPHISTOPHILIS: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it:

Break heart, drop blood, and mingle it with tears.

And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.

He shuffled along with the hang-dog look of the cosmically fucked.

I tried cutting myself to express my heartbreak over Tommy (Lord Flood) rejecting me, but OMFG it hurts like flaming fuck.

Splendid. I believe we've achieved a whole new level of doomed.

Oh, we are but soft and squishy bags of mortality rolling in a bin of sharp circumstance, leaking life until we collapse, flaccid, into our own despair.

She was meaning and order and light, and now that she's gone, chaos falls like a dark leaden cloud.

No. Tommy turned and headed toward the door. As he reached it he turned and said, I'm not fucked. The Sartre reader looked up from his book and said, We all are. We all are.

I know, lamb, love is a besquished toad ripening in the sun. But despair not, life in the nunnery is not completely devoid of joy. I was raised by nuns. Once a week you'll be able to share a sumptuous raisin with your sisters, and then there's the perpetual flicking of the bean in the dark, for which you'll have ongoing guilt and repentance during the day, so you'll stay busy.

And there you are, sobbing like you've been dirked in the dick by grief's dark dagger. Ergo. Ursa. Arborem

Tenho um novo nome para a dor. - Qual é? - A Aniquiladora. Porque, quando estamos em sofrimento, nada mais pode existir. Nem o pensamento. Nem o sentimento. Apenas o impulso no sentido de fugirmos da dor. Quando é suficientemente forte, a Aniquiladora despoja-nos de tudo o que faz de nós o que somos, até sermos reduzidos a criaturas inferiores ao animais, criaturas com um só desejo e um só objectivo: a fuga.

stripped me of reason, which is a living death.

Gone. Gone! GONE! Blackness. Emptiness.

As Roran watched, the man's arms, neck, and chest shriveled, and his bones appeared in sharp relief-from the bowlike curve of his collarbones to the hollow saddle of his hips, where his stomach hung like an empty waterskin. His lips puckered and drew back farther than they were intended to over his yellow teeth, baring them in a grisly snarl, while his eyeballs deflated as if they were engorged ticks being squished empty of blood, and the surrounding flesh sank inward.

It was the worst of things: loss utter and complete, without a chance of restoration.

The universe is spinning apart: a pinwheel driven to the point of failure. Darkness and emptiness, and what matters still?

Truly, a life in constant pain is the life of the damned.