Quotes About Despair

I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

I am an invisible monster, and I am incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.

To some of us, the nights are too long. To some, the days.

There are worse things than finding your wife and child dead. You can watch the world do it. You can watch your wife get old and bored. You can watch your kids discover everything in the world you've tried to save them from. Drugs, divorce, conformity, disease. All the nice clean books, music, television. Distraction.

You have endless ways you can commit suicide without dying dying.

Which is worse: Hell or nothing?

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.

When you're an addict, you can go without feeling anything except drunk or stoned or hungry. Still, when you compare this to other feelings, to sadness, anger, fear, worry, despair, and depression, well, an addiction no longer looks so bad. It looks like a very viable option.

No, I say, it's fine. Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.

Help me give up my addiction to Hope.

Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.

I was tired and crazy and rushed, and every time I boarded a plane, I wanted the plane to crash. I envied people dying of cancer. I hated my life. I was tired and bored with my job and my furniture, and I couldn't see any way to change things. Only end them.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.

It's nice to see something more pathetic than I feel right now.

you ever been trapped in a world where you're everyone's worst nightmare?

Losing all hope was freedom.

I'm an invisible monster. I'm incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.

A guy's calling to say he's failing algebra II. Just as a point of practice, I say, Kill yourself. A woman calls and says her kids won't behave. Without missing a beat, I tell her, Kill yourself. A man calls to say his car won't start. Kill yourself. A woman calls to ask what time the late movie starts. Kill yourself. She asks, Isn't this 555-1327? Is this the Moorehouse CinePlex? I say, Kill yourself. Kill yourself. Kill yourself.

Which is worse, Hell or nothing? Only if we're caught and punished can we be saved.

She drank a glass of wine and looked for something new to ruin with her lack of talent.

No mat­ter how much I try and hide this, bit by bit, I start to fall apart.

How I feel is cheap and used, dirty and humiliated. Dirty and tricked and thrown away.

Because I can't hit bottom, I can't be saved.