Quotes About Despair

The worst thing a suicidal type of man can do is not killing himself, but thinking of it and not doing it. Nothing is more abject than the state of moral disintegration that inspires the idea—the habitual idea—of suicide. Responsibility, conscience, strength of mind, all drift aimlessly about in that dead sea, submerged or brought to the surface again by any chance current.

Ne zaman bir güçlükle ya da ac?yla kar??laÅŸsam, hep intihar? düÅŸünmeye yarg?l? olduÄŸumu biliyorum. Beni korkutan da bu: temel ilkem intihar, gerçekleÅŸtiremediÄŸim, hiçbir zaman gerçekleÅŸtiremeyeceÄŸim, ama düÅŸüncesi duyarl?l???m? okÅŸayan intihar.

A man who has not come up against the barrier of some physical impossibility that affects his whole life ( impotence, dyspepsia, asthma, imprisonment, etc.) does not know what suffering is. In fact, such causes bring him to a decision of renouncement: a despairing attempt to make a virtue out of what is, in any case, inevitable. Could anything be more contemptible?

The recompense for having suffered so is that then one dies like a dog.

Chi ha la pagnotta non si muove. La guerra non doveva finire se non dopo aver distrutto ogni ricordo e ogni speranza. Soltanto per i morti, la guerra è finita davvero.

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The first World War had finally come to a close and it all seemed like springtime. I've learned since that it is in those moments, when one is lulled into hopefulness, that the sword drops onto one's head.

It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. As it turns out, work is less boring than amusing oneself.

What matters an eternity of damnation to someone who has found in one second the infinity of joy?

Everything, alas, is an abyss, -- actions, desires, dreams, words!

One must work, if not from taste then at least from despair. For, to reduce everything to a single truth: work is less boring than pleasure.

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

But now, severed from the companion of my infancy, the partaker of all my thoughts, my cares, and my wishes, I was like one set afloat upon a stormy sea, hanging his safety upon a plank; night was closing upon him, and an unexpected surge had torn him from his hold and overwhelmed him forever.

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

Heaven without love : what a hell. (Paradis sans amour : voilà ce qu'est l'enfer)

The dark clouds make the black sea. (Les nuages noirs Font la mer noire)

Looking up, she showed him quite a young face, but one whose bloom and promise were all swept away, as if the haggard winter should unnaturally kill the spring.

He has gone to the demnition bowwows.

I am a lone lorn creetur… and everythink goes contrairy with me.

There is prodigious strength in sorrow and despair.

Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.

I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me.

The cloud of caring for nothing, which overshadowed him with such a fatal darkness, was very rarely pierced by the light within him.

I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.