Quotes About Despair

A wave of weariness took him. How could life be so unrelentingly ugly?

I feel liquefied, like a cucumber forgotten in the crisper drawer, and I want to hold myself at arm's length and carry me to the trash. Who is this sack of slush masquerading as me? It's intolerable.

This was a game that kill could not win—or, if it did, it would be an unbearable win that destroyed the very meaning of winning.

Karou who had, a lifetime past, begun this story on a battlefield, when she knelt beside a dying angel and smiled. You could trace a line from the beach at Bullfinch, through everything that had happened since - lives ended and begun, wars won and lost, love and wishbones and rage and regret and deception and despair and always, somehow, hope - and end up right here, in this cave in the Adelphas Mountains, in this company.

The terror-the terror, the terror-lingered, and there was something else. It came with the dream, every time, and didn't recede with it but stayed like something a tide had washed in. Something awful-a rank leviathan corpse left to rot on the shore of her mind. It was remorse. But god, that was too bloodless a word for it,. This feeling the dream left her with, it was knives of panic and horror resting bright atop a red and meaty wound-fester of guilt.

It was like dying, but without the consolation of oblivion.

and life, even at its most wretched, does get it's hooks in you.

There was no more happiness. But under the misery, there was hope. That the name brimstone had given her was more than a whim. That this was not the end.

Her despair may have gone, but it had left its heaviness draped over her, thick and bleak.

The despair was entire, complete as a possession, but fleeting. It released her, and was gone, but it left Karou gutted, guttered, feeling for all the world like… …a candle flame extinguished by a scream.

Ziri spürt Hoffnung. Eine Hoffnung, die er gut kennt und die er verachtet: die hässliche, schwarze Hoffnung, man könnte dadurch, dass man andere tötet, selbst länger leben.

It wasn't feigned but true, and so after more than two years of wondering what had become of him, Azareen found out. In addition to the misery of serving the gods' "purpose," it was her fate to watch her husband love the goddess of despair.

How many days had passed in this way, living from nightmare to nightmare?

We might be at odds, hate each other, and desire each other's destruction, but in our despair, we are lost in the same darkness, breathing the same air as we choke on our grief.

That was the year Zosma sank to its knees and bled great gouts of men into a war about nothing.

Surely there are other ways to live—" "No. Only death remains. One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Nietzsche said that, you know. Wise man. Large mustache." "Izîl, you can't mean you want to die." "If only there was a way to be free…

Pensé que estabas muerta. Y... quise... morir yo también.

For that instant, at least, they seemed one and the same, as though all anguish exists in the same deep well, no matter what loss or misfortune leads us to it. We might be at odds, hate each other, and desire each other's destruction, but in our despair, we are lost in the same darkness, breathing the same air as we choke on our grief.

Dead souls dream only of death »

This was the face of slavery. To have nothing, and still have something more to lose.

Fear is a cruel master, but hope die a hard death.

I don't believe in love anymore, the foghorn blasted it out of me.

I have lost everything. Lost everything. Everything. - William Herondale

Oh God." said Magnus, "they're dead. They're all dead!