Quotes About Despair

I could feel myself slipping inside that dark alcoholic envelope of depression and regret that for long periods had been characteristic of my adult life.

But nobody was really desperate.

Where Darth Sidious had gained everything, Vader had lost everything.

He had gotten a new set of clothes someplace, but they were only worse new versions of the same thing he wore before: black trousers, black vest, frock coat, stiff collar, withered, crumpled, and chewed at the edges. His boots was worse than ever, crumpled like pieces of text paper, curled at the toes. In other words, he looked normal, like his clothes was dying of thirst, and he himself was about to keel over out of plain ugliness.

Late at night, when the hour is none, I dream the dreams of the damned.

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Angel screeched with fury and despair to the empty walls around her. I'm human, do you hear me? It hurts!

There are some feelings, and actions, for which words are utterly useless.

Purple is such a twisted, complex color—it conveys the passion of red, the sadness of blue, the depravity of black. Purple is neither happy nor sad. It is pain and despair but longing, too—fiery desire, beaten and bruised but struggling onward, determined to overcome, to move forward rather than retreat.

The color of my eyes is like barfed-up chocolate?" Despair settled over me. There was no hope. "No, the chocolates before they were barfed," Angel clarified. So there you have it, the extent of my charms: brown hair and eyes like unbarfed chocolate. I'm a lucky girl. "Max

Nothing. My heart sank down into my stomach.

Human existence must be a kind of error. It is bad today and every day it will get worse, until the worst of all happens." My own philosophy was a little cheerier than Schopenhauer's

I couldn't stop the overwhelming sadness I felt. It ate at me, like acid splashed all over my body.

even for a meth addict. She was sleeping

It was like crawling into the asshole of Satan.

Do you ever miss it, not being a doctor anymore? I shook my head, frowned a little. I really don't. Something delicate and essential broke inside me when Isabella died. It will never be repaired, Kyle, at least I don't think so. I couldn't be a doctor now. I find it hard to believe in healing anymore.

I'll bet you think my favorite color is red, don't you? Well, close. It's purple. Purple is such a twisted, complex color--it conveys the passion of red, the sadness of blue, the depravity of black. Purple is neither happy nor sad. It is pain and despair but longing, too--fiery desire, beaten and bruised but struggling onward, determined to overcome, to move forward rather than retreat.

Unfortunately, not all stories end positively.

Everybody has unhappiness.

Cynicism, to me, is trying to make people as unhappy as you are.

I was desperately unhappy trying to adjust to the world.

My character in 'La Haine,' he's not bad; he's unhappy, and usually, people are like that. Most of us are angry.

In 1983, most Nicaraguans had still not fallen to the depths of deprivation and despair which they would reach in later years, but many were already unhappy and restive.

I consider my teenage years as being desperately unhappy.