Quotes About Despair

Nuevamente la calle volvió a su estado habitual, de que saliera un momento, y quedó triste, fría, sucia, llena de enfermedades y de miseria, de ignorancia y de hambre.

I know how hard it has grown for me, the wearer of this, to support life in myself; but do you know how easy it has grown for me, the wearer of this, to destroy life in you?" Every

From Monday morning until Saturday night, I had no advice, no counsel, no encouragement, no consolation, no assistance, no support, of any kind, from anyone, that I can call to mind, as I hope to go to heaven!

I shall never be better than I am. I shall sink lower, and be worse…I am like one who died young. All my life might have been.

I. The Period It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven,

I say, we were so robbed, and hunted, and were made so poor, that our father told us it was a dreadful thing to bring a child into the world, and that what we should most pray for, was, that our women might be barren and our miserable race die out!

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we

I. The Period It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,

incluso se decía que, más de una vez, se vio a Carton en pleno día, dirigiéndose a su casa con paso vacilante, como gato calavera.

There have been occasions in my later life (I suppose as in most lives) when I have felt for a time as if a thick curtain had fallen on all its interest and romance, to shut me out from anything save dull endurance any more.

Did it ever strike you on such a morning as this that drowning would be happiness and peace?

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way— in short, the period was so far like the present period,

Cunning, ferocity, and drunkenness in all its stages, were there, in their strongest aspects; and women: some with the last lingering tinge of their early freshness, almost fading as you looked: others with every mark and stamp of their sex utterly beaten out, and presenting but one loathsome blank of profligacy and crime: some mere girls, others but young women, and none past the prime of life: formed the darkest and saddest portion of this dreary picture.

was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way [...]

Changeless and hopeless, the tumbrils roll along.

Her zaman de?ilse bile ço?u zaman biliyordum ki onu sevmem delilikti, umutsuzluktu, mutsuzluktu, akl?n, mant???n, iç rahat?n?n, dirli?in tümüyle d???nda bir ?eydi. Onu sevmenin y?k?m oldu?unu biliyordum, gene de ilk ba?tan söyleyeyim, bunu bilmek sevgimi zerrece azaltm?yordu. Onun kusursuz bir melek oldu?una yürekten inansam, duygular?m? ancak bu kadar ba??bo? b?rakabilirdim...

Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; and 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.

kahr?mdam ölecekmi?im gibi geliyordu da, ne zamandan beri kahroldu?umu, bu duyguyu haftan?n hangi gününde alg?lad???m?, dahas? bunu alg?layan?n ben, kendim olup olmad???n? do?ru dürüst kestiremiyordum bile.

like a bad lobster in a dark cellar.

they had a weazen little baby, with a heavy head that it couldn't hold up, and two weak staring eyes, with which it seemed to be always wondering why it had ever been born. It

Al que renuncia a intentarlo no le queda ya otro recurso que acostarse y dejarse morir.

is too late for that. I shall never be better than I am. I shall sink lower, and be worse.

Remember, sin enslaves its victims. With despair and confusion as constant companions, the captive doesn't know the way to freedom. But believers do—and we should share the message of hope with them.