Quotes About Despair

This is when I'd cry because right now, your life comes down to nothing, and not even nothing, oblivion.

Here in the bath­room with me are ra­zor blades. Here is io­dine to drink. Here are sleep­ing pills to swal­low. You have a choice. Live or die. Ev­ery breath is a choice. Ev­ery minute is a choice. To be or not to be.

This isn't such a beau­ti­ful world that he has to stay in it and suf­fer. This isn't much of a world at all.

My biggest gripe is still hope. In hell, hope is a really really bad habit. Like smoking cigarettes or fingernail biting. Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. It's an addiction to break. Yes, I know the word tenacious. I'm 13 and disillusioned. And a little lonely.

Still screaming. As if the stars give a shit.

Imag­ine how you'd feel if your whole life turned in­to a job you couldn't stand.

The big wet face settles down on top of my head, and I am lost inside. This is when I'd cry. 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.

You realize it's not wooden stakes that kill vampires. It's all the emotional baggage and letdowns they have to carry around for century after century.

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. If I didn't say anything, people in a group assumed the worst. They cried harder. I cried harder. Look up into the stars and you're gone.

This isn't anywhere I haven't been before. I've given up. In words muffled with exhaustion I whisper a prayer for my heart to stop.

Maybe self-destruction is the answer.

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

Marla's heart looked the way my face was. The crap and the trash of the world. Post-consumer human butt wipe that no one would ever go to the trouble to recycle.

With the elevator stopped between floors, my view is about a cockroach above the green linoleum, and from here at cockroach level the green corridor stretches toward the vanishing point, past half-open doors where titans and their gigantic wives drink barrels of champagne and bellow to each other wearing diamonds bigger than I feel.

I look like shit, dead. I look like dead shit.

Encontré la libertad. Perder toda esperanza era la libertad

I say, it's fine. Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.

Liberdade é perder toda a esperança... Você olha para uma estrela e desaparece dentro dela.

In Hell, hope is a really, really bad habit, like smoking cigarettes or fingernail biting. Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. It's an addiction to break.

Crying is right at hand when you see how everything you ever accomplished will end up as trash.

Suicide Is the Ultimate Act of Consumption.

Every direction I could see to go was just a different nightmare.

The toughest detail to deal with was the loneliness.

Chorar é só o que dá para fazer nesta escuridão asfixiante (...) quando você percebe que tudo o que já fez não passa de lixo.