Quotes About Despair

Imagine how you'd feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn't stand. No, everybody

I am Jack's wasted life.

Querría morirme en este mismo instante. No soy nada comparado con Tyler. Estoy desamparado.

Qué es peor, el infierno o nada?

It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die. On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero.

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. Anything you're ever proud of will be thrown away. And I'm lost inside. This is as close as I've been to sleeping in almost a week.

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.

Esto era la libertad. La libertad consistía en perder toda esperanza.

Soy un monstruo invisible, y soy incapaz de amar a nadie. No se sabe lo que es peor.

No puedo salvarme porque no toco fondo.

Somehow, the disappearance of coffee feels worse than the disappearance of all humankind.

This was a house of foul breath and bad dreams.

the world's gone to hell, and we're driving through Satan's lower intestine

A book is a suicide postponed.

Death and his zealous minions—dread, despair, disease—can find you anywhere at all, and the armor plate of youth will no longer protect you.

I'm sick of seeing people die!

Sometimes this genius goes dark and drowns in the bitter wells of his heart.

Broken dreams are bad enough. But the dream that has no hope … the dream that is doomed long before it's broken, that's the worst of all.

Existentialists believe there is no purpose to life other than pleasure, but pleasure drifts like cigarette smoke into melancholy and ennui. A glass of absinthe and you are living the life. Drink a bottle and you're dead.

We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.

Behind their eyes the hope was sickening and in many, dead. They lived from event to event with a subtle terror of the gap between, filling up their lives with distractions to avoid the emptiness where curiosity should have been.

Let the void come, and bring an end to the tyranny of hope.

This is a forsaken place...I can think of no use for a place like this, except that you could say of it: I saw the heart of nothing, and survived.

The places where death comes to take love away, where we lose each other and lose ourselves; that's where the connections begin. It takes a brave soul to look there and not despair. I've tried to be brave, she said. I know, he said softly. I know.