Quotes About Despair

Man is born in a day, and he dies in a day, and the thing is easily over but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one's lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning and life at that price is not worth living.

This is the counsel of despair which would keep the mind out of hell. The tradition is far kinder in its understanding that to live, to love, is to be failed; to forgive, to have failed, to be forgiven, for ever and ever. Keep your mind in hell, and despair not.

There will be unapologetic uses of generic types, actors with duplicating roles. Anachronisms, false starts, scarlet clues, a noirish insistence on the pathetic pursuit of human truths will pervade its miserable (quite thin) plot, and while the mystery will seem unsolved, to some it will provide the satisfaction of unrelieved despair.

As the initiator of a learned tradition of discourse on Renaissance art, Vasari's vocabulary is in some respects limited. For example, he employs the adjective 'beautiful' over and over again, much to the despair of all his translators.

O cumplit? oboseal? de om trândav, o lips? de poft? spiritual?, ca a unuia care a b?ut tot È™i a vomitat tot, o ur? fa?? de orice idee È™i fa?? de orice chip uman m? fac de dispreÈ›uit È™i de comp?timit în propriii mei ochi.

R?spunsul meu - singurul posibil la vremea aceea - la r?ut?cioasa nedreptate a sorÈ›ii È™i la t?cuta duÈ™m?nie a oamenilor, a fost convingerea în nesfârÈ™ita deÈ™ert?ciune a tuturor lucrurilor, în tic?loÈ™ia înn?scut? È™i în nefericirea de neînl?turat a speÈ›ei umane.

Life to be bearable must be lived intensely. Through it a continuous stream of emotion passes. Though that emotion is ever changing as flowing water changes, it at least bears us along on a current that gives the illusion of continuity and permanence. But analyze life, tear its trappings off, lay it bare with thought, with logic, with philosophy, and its emptiness is revealed as a bottomless pit; its nothingness frankly confesses to nothingness, and Despair comes to perch in the soul.

NOTTE Dl VENTO Allora sentii che non c'era, che non ci sarebbe mai più... La tenebra vidi più nera, più lugubre udii la bufera... uuh... uuuh... uuuh.. Venia come un volo di spetri, gridando ad ogni émpito più: un fragile squillo di vetri seguiva quelli ululi tetri... uuh... uuuh... uuuh.. Oh! solo nell'ombra che porta quei gridi... (chi passa laggiù?) Ohl solo nell'ombra già morta per sempre... (chi batte alla porta?) uuh... uuuh... uuuh...

In his youth, [he] had believed everything was possible. Then in grief, he believed everything was impossible. And now. . . he felt that when you had lived enough of your life, there was no difference between the two.

The message is clear: By all means become an abomination -- but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.

But what's heartbreak? A feeling. I've had it with feelings, even if they haven't had it with me.

By the time I was 30, nobody would work with me. I was friendless, I was hopeless, I was suicidal, lost my family - I mean, it was bad. Bottomed out, didn't know what I was going to do. I actually thought I was going to be a chef - go to work in a kitchen someplace.

Jak kto? mo?e si? w ogóle na tym ?wiecie u?miecha?, my?la?am. Z czego si? tutaj cieszy??

Alexei and Anastasia are barely alive. The others are dead

Killing aroused anger, sometimes caused despair, sometimes gave hope. This was death the charmer, the changer; a continuous factor in one's life, to which one yielded.

He who has never despaired has no need to have lived.

And so the money which to some extent may have saved the situation is spent on various means for bringing about self oblivion

I wondered why I was acting so calm. I wondered why I didn't writhe against being inside my own body. If I could rip off my skin, I'd leave it in a bloody, shapeless heap on the floor beside the toilet, like so much dirty laundry. I'd beat my head against the wall until there was nothing left of my face, if it would get me outside of myself.

The good news is that we have effective treatments for the symptoms of depression; the bad news is that medication will not make you happy. Happiness is not simply the absence of despair. It is an affirmative state in which our lives have both meaning and pleasure.

I've dropped my Brain – My Soul is numb – The Veins that used to run Stop palsied – 'tis Paralysis Done perfecter in stone...

Gaming is the son of avarice and the father of despair.

When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.

Here's to Hope! — the child of Care, And pretty sister of Despair, Here's hoping that Hope's children shan't Take after their Grandma or Aunt!

...although I feel ill, and am ground into the very dust with poverty, there is a sweet hope in the bottom of my soul.