Quotes About Despair

it was believed that the former sergeant, hunted, exiled and in despair, had stabbed himself to death.

If I knew I had to go through those experiences again," he finally said, "I'd kill myself.

When I built my luminous prison around you, you simply lay down at the center of it and died.

She was afraid, too, frightened of what she found herself becoming. She felt that she was transforming into a malevolent black spider, hunched back in her crack, staring out at the world and despising everything and everyone for having what she did not.

He didn't reckon that God owed him anything. He reckoned that he'd had it all, and wasted it. Burning lakes and howling fiends had just never seemed that convincing, perils hardly fit to frighten naughty children. He turned over, staring up at the darkess. Damned…having found out now what hell was really like.

Olivia watched him through a blur of tears, despising the futility of it. For there was nothing she could say to comfort a man whose family was long dead; there was no balm to heal wounds that scored a man's soul; and there was no way to make a man believe in the ties that bind.

despair, he left that farm and came to Bone Gap when it was a huge expanse of empty fields, drawn here by the grass and the bees and the strange sensation that this was a magical place, that the bones of the world were a little looser here, double-jointed, twisting back on themselves, leaving spaces one could slip into and hide.

having once committed the sin of despair she was determined to believe in the blessing of life ('And when God walks beside you/You are not afraid . . .').

this is no place for miracles

But when I looked for good, evil came; and when I waited for light, darkness came. My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep. (Job)

My biggest mistake is in believing there are limits to how bad it can get.

My heart, as I closed the cabinet and rose to my feet, was a small dead creature. If I could bury it in the woods, I would.

the most abject and miserable creatures I have any where beheld.

Yadabaoth's Earth is not real. The point for the reader to remember is that when a person feels and thinks that the world, in which he or she is living, is a horrible and loveless place, he or she has entered Yaldabaoth's mind.

See this abdicated beast, once king Of them all, nibble his claws: Not anger enough left—no, nor despair— To break his teeth on the bars.

I read once that despair... is when you are no longer able to sustain, even for the briefest moment, the notion that all will be well in the end.

You loved so hard and hoped so much and then you ended up with nothing. Children who no longer needed you. A husband who no longer wanted you. Nothing left but you, alone, and empty space.

You loved so hard and hoped so much and then you ended up with nothing.

You loved so hard and hoped so much and then you ended up with nothing. Children who no longer needed you. A husband who no longer wanted you. Nothing left but you, alone, and empty space. With

Lydia felt her heart in her chest like a pellet of ice, sliding down out of reach.

Somewhere in the center of this circle his daughter, friendless and alone, must have dived into the water in despair.

ground up into dingy gray, flushed down into the sewer in a mess of shit and piss. Something goes hot and liquid behind his eyes.

No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

Tutto questo fa schifo. Non parole. A gesture. Non scriverò più. --- All this disgusts. Without words. A gesture. I will not write more.