Quotes About Despair

know that without night there is no day; without lies, no truth;without despair,no hope. Beware above all of hate, but call to its opposite too. For all things have an opposite and, if you choose it, with will and care, you may turn one thing into its reflection.

Real courage is not to give up hope, even in the most terrible darkness, and to carry on. That if courage and love is deep as despair, deeper, then light may come again

Life itself is dispare, so we must make darkness our ally

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

HELL is the numbing of the soul.

Quien está vivo y no puede con la vida necesita una mano que aparte un tanto la desesperación que le infunde su destino. KAFKA

Si un pays entier vous rejette, que faut-il espérer d'un homme?

Aquel que vive razonando termina por sentir desprecio en su alma hacia los humanos; aquel que vive atormentado por el fantasma se lo ido no alimenta ilusiones, por los recuerdos abrumado; imprime esto a menudo un gran encanto a las charlas.

Perfection is an awful prison, which shackles the soul and chains the spirit in shame and despair.

He's turned his life around. He used to be depressed and miserable. Now he's miserable and depressed.

who like the taste of being hurt. That makes you lower than the mice and the roaches. At least they try to save their skins, they got a normal outlook. But you, you're just a clown that ain't funny. And that's a sad picture, that's the saddest picture of all. Like on the outside it's the stupid crazy smile and inside it's a gloomy place where all they play is the blues. He frowned.

Just then someone called his name and he turned and saw the torn and colorless polo shirt, the slacks that couldn't be patched any more. He saw the sunken-cheeked cadaver, the living waste of time and effort that added up to the face and body of his younger brother.

Pale winter sun Is beatin' the ground Why'm I throwin' away The best thing that I've found My young heart's in tatters and I'm sure That it will be a long time healing It's so hard to see what I'm doing this for When loneliness is all that I'm feeling

Never literary attempt was more unfortunate than my Treatise of Human Nature. It fell deadborn from the press.

When suicide is out of fashion we conclude that none but madmen destroy themselves; and all the efforts of courage appear chimerical to dastardly minds ... Nevertheless, how many instances are there, well attested, of men, in every other respect perfectly discreet, who, without remorse, rage, or despair, have quitted life for no other reason than because it was a burden to them, and have died with more composure than they lived?

I am dreaming of the funeral of the world, watching it go by carried in an urn reduced to ashes and followed by a horde of mourners, a million abreast, across the broadest lands and all chanting together: We are dead, we have killed ourselves. We are beyond rescue. What you see is not us but your thoughts of us, and I who am observing in terror of it being true hope not to have to wake up, so that I may let myself discount it as a dream.

The truth is I'm in a place without a bright side or a one best thing. I'm in a place where, honest to God, you feel you can kill your friends just by asking the names of stars.

Some souls aren't worth saving, I thought. There're some souls that even the devil wants no part of.

Melancholy persons are foreigners in their mother tongue. The dead language they speak foreshadows their suicide.

Hope had stolen into his life just as he was growing comfortable with despair.

I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.

I feel surpris'd at my own composure," he noted, "and am more disposed to impute it to despair than resignation.

We must first peer into the darkness, feel strangled and entombed in the hopelessness of living without God, before we are ready to feel the presence of His living light.

In deep confusion, in great despair, when I reach out for him, he is there. When I am lonely as I can be, then I know God shines his light on me.