Quotes About Despair

Thing are bad! Things are very bad: I have it, the filth, the Nausea.

This is the girl, here, this girl with a ruined look who touches me and whom I love.

Partiye girme karar?n? vermeden önce öyle korkunç bir yaln?zl?k duyuyordum ki, can?ma k?ymay? bile düÅŸünmüÅŸtüm. Bu iÅŸten caymam?n nedeni ölümümden kimsenin duygulanmayaca??, ölümde, hayatta olduÄŸumdan daha yaln?z olaca??m? düÅŸünmemdir.

I am sure that fifteen minutes would be enough to reach supreme self-contempt. No thank you, I want none of that.

Ben onun gibi umutsuz deÄŸilim, çünkü beklediÄŸim fazla bir ÅŸey yok. Ben daha çok...bana verilmiÅŸ, hem de bir hiç için verilmiÅŸ olan hayat kar??s?nda ÅŸa??rm?? durumday?m.

The English and the French have not a single memory in common. Everything that London suffered with pride, Paris suffered in shame and despair. It is important for us to learn to speak of ourselves without emotion

Pretutindeni aceleaÅŸi strig?te de spaim? ÅŸi aceeaÅŸi harababur?, aceeaÅŸi goan? neagr? ÅŸi greoaie pe str?zile unde lumina îÅ£i ia ochii, pfiu! Str?zile astea pustii, aerul care tremur? ÅŸi soarele ?sta... Exist? ceva mai sinistru ca soarele?

But time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates. That gesture, for instance, the red hand picking up the cards and fumbling: it is all flabby. It would have to be ripped apart and tailored inside.

Todavía no estoy en el infierno y ya tengo mis pequeñas costumbres de condenado.

Usted podrá juzgarlo, señor. Antes de tomar esa decisión me sentía tan espantosamente solo que pensé en el suicidio. Lo que me contuvo fue la idea de que nadie, absolutamente nadie se conmovería con mi muerte, que estaría aún más solo en la muerte que en la vida.

Suffering is a big informer, a big catalyst for creation. You take your sadness, your despair, your sense of injustice, and you put it in your work.

Let me do my work each day, and if the darkened hours of despair overcome me, may I not forget the strength that comforted me in the desolation of other times.

There is always hope in a man that actually and earnestly works: in Idleness alone is there perpetual despair.

It is useless work that darkens the heart.

This position I've held ... it pays may way and it corrodes my soul.

All my work shares a kind of balance between black comedy and sad and despairing melancholy.

Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams. A wall at the world's end. Behind it I await death. Because all our work has come to this.

There is some music that's truly dark, in that it's dark in terms of hopeless. But then again, the act of hope is just making the work of art.

Life for most people is a bad dream. They live in pain, grabbing at what they can for pleasure. As they grow old, they despair. Things don't work out the way you planned.

I'm no good at anything. Not men. Not social skills. Not work. Nothing.

The streets were dark with something more than night.

In Chicago, a lot of people don't really got nothing to live for. Everybody can't ball. Everybody can't rap. Nobody is really doing those activities. There's nothing to do but the streets.

A high-quality public education can build much-needed skills and knowledge. It can help children reach their God-given potential. It can stabilize communities and democracies. It can strengthen economies. It can combat the kind of fear and despair that evolves into hatred.

Our family has always drawn on the power from above to comfort us in times of despair and stress.