Quotes About Despair

On the other hand, the great helpless mass of the population, the people of the abyss, was sinking into a brutish apathy of content with misery.

I am a sick man - oh, not my body. It is my soul, my brain. I seem to have lost all values. I care for nothing. If you had been this way a few months ago, it would have been different. It is too late, now.

He saw no beauty in the sunshine sifting down through the green leaves, nor did the azure vault of the sky whisper as of old and hint of cosmic vastness and secrets trembling to disclosure. Life was intolerably dull and stupid, and its taste was bad in his mouth.

Je me demande si ma vie ne sera jamais rien de plus: quelque chose où rien ne sera jamais réalisé, sans victoire, sans signification d'aucune sorte

Pirmence sighed and shook his head. 'Who knows? I hate you, and yet truly I love you. I sneer at your callow simplicity, but I glory in your enterprise. I crave your success, but I strive for your despair. What is wrong with me? Where is my flaw? Perhaps I wish that I were you, and since this cannot be I must punish you for the fault. Or if you prefer the crude facts, they are these:

It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion

but oh, by all the fallen stars, it hurt!

Thou art the shoals on which Caliban wilt dash his heart to pieces.

Whether it was their fault or not, they'd gone mad by force of circumstance, they'd lost their reason because nothing in their lives made sense any more.

We had survived the prison, the plain and the loss of all hope, but the women had discovered that survival is no more than putting off the moment of death

Why should she want to live? We were doing nothing, we were going nowhere, we were nobody.

a surge of grief, I, who had never known men, as I stood in front of this man who had wanted to overcome fear and despair to enter eternity upright and furious.

Je ne connais pas que la plaine caillouteuse, l'errance et la lente perte de l'espoir, je suis le rejeton stérile d'une race dont je ne sais rien, pas même si elle a disparu. Peut-être que, quelque part, l'humanité resplendit sous les étoiles, ignorant qu'une fille de son sang achève sa vie dans le silence. Nous n'y pouvons rien.

I live for the few minutes I can talk with a sensible human being, but every time I do, I feel worse than before.

He wondered how men could live till they were seventy if they endured such passions as he had known that fifteenth summer, and although he knew many things...he did not even guess that men are able to live because slowly, one by one, they snuff out the fires of spring until only embers burn in white dignity, in loneliness, and often in cold despair.

Despair = Suffering - Meaning.

It was a gesture of great despair and I knew that she was giving herself, not to me, but to that lover who would never come.

Perhaps now, though, he had hit bottom. One thing about the bottom, he told himself, you can't fall any further. He tried to take comfort from this thought. Yet there knocked in his heart the suspicion that the bottom did not really exist.

I smiled and I really felt at that moment that Judas and the Savior had met in me. [...] And yet even this was not as real as my despairing sense that nothing was real for me again—unless, indeed, this sensation of falling was reality.

not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour… – for the lack of it.

There are few things more dreadful than dealing with a man who know that he is going under in his own eyes, and in the eyes of others. Nothing can help that man.

Hope? The word seemed to bang from wall to wall. Hope? No, I don't think there's any hope. We're too empty here...She touched her heart. This isn't a country at all, it's a collection of football players and Eagle Scouts. Cowards. We think we're happy. We're not. We're doomed.

I really mean that there was no love in the church. It was a mask for hatred and self-hatred and despair.

Where is your life, Gabriel?' she asked, after a despairing pause, 'Where is it? Ain't it all done gone for nothing? Where's your branches? Where's your fruit?' He said nothing; insistently, she tapped the letter with her thumbnail.