Quotes About Despair

What would I do in such a place? Die, I expect.

I cannot bear to think what will become of me without you – you who are my one and all, who make up all my life',

What annoys a person who suicides? The life itself. Boredom. Tiredness that descends on every morning when you look at yourself at the mirror.

Ah, my poor child, how far gone you are in your blindness! Why did you have me summoned?" "I had hopes, I had hopes." "Hopes? Hopes of what?" "I do not know. The things we hope for are always the things we do not know.

All these men with their corpse-like faces, in front of us and behind, driven to exhaustion, emptied of words and will....All these men laden with earth, who, you could say, are carrying their own graves...

To cease to love is worse than to hate, for say what you will, death is worse than suffering. I am crying because one is alone.

Sin, sin! To rid myself of boredom by committing a crime, to break up monotony by deceiving. To sin in order to be a new person, another person. To hate life worse than it hated me. To sin so as not to die.

More difficult still, apparently, is the life of ever upward growth. Most men attempt it for a time, but growth is slow; and despair overtakes them while the goal is far away.

He Harris felt the loyalty we all feel to unhappiness -- the sense that that is where we really belong.

Life is a dead-end street.

Psychological research has shown that the most reliable route to personal happiness is to make others happy. I have made many patients very happy with successful operations but there have been many terrible failures and most neurosurgeons' lives are punctuated by periods of deep despair.

La vida sin esperanzas es tremendamente difícil, pero con cuánta facilidad consigue la esperanza, en definitiva, volvernos necios a todos.

It used to be called angor animi – the anguish of the soul – the feeling that some people have, when they are having a heart attack, that they are about to die. Even now, more than thirty years later, I can see very clearly the dying man's despairing expression as he looked at me as I turned away.

Përpjekjet për vetëvrasje shihen shpesh, nga stafi i spitalit, me përbuzje e mospërfillje – dështim si në jetë dhe në vdekje dhe si mjete të fatkeqësisë vetjake

I am talking about ultimate deceit. I am talking about unparalleled treachery. Bottomless lies. Depths that are seen that are previously unimaginable. Darkness and shattering despair that could break bones. Paranoia and horror that could stop the heart cold. All inflicted on one's self by one's self. The soul turns schizophrenic and goes hopelessly insane.

I got my heart broken. My spirit got shattered and mutilated. I will not be coming back from this. I don't want to.

You'll never know that just sitting across a room full of people, I have transformed you into a goddess. A destroyer of despair.

I am too far gone to be rehabilitated.

They left like you knew they would. They went away and you fell like a stone. All the way to the bottom of your room. I see you, yes I see you. Sitting in your chair, hating every minute of it. Falling like a stone without even moving. It hurt you to know that you were right about all the shit you wanted to be wrong about. They always leave you. You put yourself in the right place to get left.

Too sick and freaked out not to want a bullet for every passer by, too sick and freaked out to breathe, too sick and freaked out to care, too sick and freaked out to think of anything but the annihilation of my mind and denial of my life. So sick and freaked out that I think everyone is my friend.

Look, it's a monster. He's walking alone. Look, he's pulling something out of his pocket. He threw it on the ground. Let's go see what it is. It's a black box. You open it... ok... Look, it's sorrow, misery and pain. It's loneliness and longing. Boy, he'll be sorry he lost these.

For some there is no music No lights No fire No untamed madness that breathes life There is work Anguish Frustration Rage Despair A dullness that rings like wooden thunder

Don't let despair mutate your flesh Look at my twisted stumps of thought See the fingers, listen to the voice I am slowly becoming the end of the line.

We came to the end, we found nothing. Nothing!!! And we cursed because we were hoping for so much less.