Quotes About Despair

Javier was born in a prison (...) he grew up to think himself without the pale of society and despaired of ever entering it. He noticed that society closes its doors without pity on two classes of men, those who attack it and those who guard it. He could choose between these two classes only.

Hope was an elevator right now, broken from its cables.

She thought she had grieved for Matthew, cried all the tears she had, but now she saw the desert of grief that lay before her. It could go on and on. The human body was eighty percent water; that meant she was literally made of tears.

She] saw suddenly how hope could break you. How it was a shiny lure for the unwary. What happened to you if you hoped too hard for the best and got the worst? Was it better not to hope at all? To prepare?

It hurts almost more than I can bear. Tears sting my eyes again; I wipe them away impatiently. I am so tired of crying, so tired of feeling like half a person, but I don't know how to change things... (I have never felt so lost and alone.)

It can't be true," she said. "The worst can always be true," Papa said grimly.

Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, a salvation

Hiroshima. There are a million ways for this sick, corrupt world to end.

She knew about death, about the grief that ripped you apart and left you broken forever.

Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, salvation.

When he finally found the words to express himself, his grief had shown itself to be bottomless, terrifying.

It was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.

Uyumak, uyumak, uyumak ve bir daha hiç uyanmamak istiyordu. Büyük bir çaresizliÄŸin içine düÅŸtüÄŸünü hissediyordu ve bir ç?k?? yolu, onu gülümsetecek bir ÅŸey bulam?yordu. Her ÅŸeyden ar?nd?r?lm?? bu yerde göz gezdirirken k?ymetli ya da önemsenmeye deÄŸer bir ÅŸey bulam?yordu.

Vianne hated what she saw in her daughter's eyes right now. There was nothing young in her gaze—no innocence, no naïveté, no hope. Not even grief. Just anger.

There was no police station, no telephone service, no one to hear you scream.

smell of vomit and mold and decay. His lungs and nostrils ache. He can't breathe without gasping.

She couldn't stand how dark and ugly her thoughts were, how bottomless her anger and grief.

Every day is darker and colder.

she had fallen into the fathomless gray that warped a mind and made a mother keep holding on long after hope was gone.

Vianne knew about the kind of talon grief that wouldn't let go; she had fallen into the fathomless gray that warped a mind and made a mother keep holding on long after hope was gone.

draw our strength from the very despair in which we have been forced to live. We shall endure. —CÉSAR CHÁVEZ

Kalbi onunla konuÅŸuyordu, yüksek sesle ve daha önce hiç bilmediÄŸi bir aç?kl?kla... Kalbi ve ruhu kederden, hüzünden ve gözya?? dökmekten yorulmuÅŸtu. Nefes almaktan ama gerçekten yaÅŸamamaktan...

The only thing that remained was the only thing that mattered: love—the kind that could be found in the darkness when all pretenses had disappeared, the kind born of pain and despair and hope, the kind that was a shelter in the storm.

Still, hope was a dangerous thing. It grew like a field of wildflowers within Eva, blossoming in all the spaces that had been filled with darkness and despair, until she began to believe with all her heart in the possibility that Rémy might have lived through the war after all.