Quotes About Despair

The poor soul sat singing by a sycamore tree. Sing all a green willow: Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow: The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans; Sing willow, willow, willow; Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones; Lay by these: Sing willow, willow, willow; Prithee, hie thee; he'll come anon.

More light and light, more dark and dark our woes.

There's nothing in this world can make me joy. Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.

Lips, let sour words go by and language end: What is amiss plague and infection mend! Graves only be men's works and death their gain! Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.

I had now reached that phase of the disorder where all sense of hope had vanished, along with the idea of a futurity; my brain, in thrall to its outlaw hormones, had become less an organ of thought than an instrument registering, minute by minute, varying degrees of its own suffering.

I suddenly encountered the face of loneliness, and decided that it was a merciless and ugly face indeed.

Oh, Daddy, I don't know what's wrong. I've tried to grow up—to be a good little girl, as you would say, but everywhere I turn I seem to walk deeper and deeper into some terrible despair. What's wrong, Daddy? What's wrong? Why is happiness such a precious thing? What have we done with our lives so that everywhere we turn—no matter how hard we try not to—we cause other people sorrow?

real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring." Beyond

An extermination center can only manufacture corpses; a society of total domination creates a world of the living dead...

one of the most unendurable aspects of such an interlude was the inability to sleep (...) the disruption of normal sleep patterns is a notoriously devastating feature of depression (...). It had become clear that I would never be granted even a few minutes' relief from my full-time exhaustion.

Most people in the grip of depression at its ghastliest are, for whatever reason, in a state of unrealistic hopelessness, torn by exaggerated ills and fatal threats that bear no resemblance to actuality.

You hate men, you've hated Daddy for years, and the sad thing is that he hasn't known it. And the terrible thing is that you hate yourself so much that you just don't hate men or Daddy but you hate everything, animal, vegetable and mineral.

It may be more accurate to say that despair, owing to some evil trick played upon the sick brain by the inhabiting psyche, comes to resemble the diabolical discomfort of being imprisoned in a fiercely overheated room. And because no breeze stirs this caldron, because there is no escape from this smothering confinement, it is entirely natural that the victim begins to think ceaselessly of oblivion.

Whether you believe or disbelieve, it is a wicked thing to take away Man's hope.

In the depths of horror and despair, one comes to a new steadiness. There is no farther to fall.

A vida é a mesma coisa que se ficar num hospício de loucos, pensei. Cada um vai circulando, imerso e afogado em suas próprias desilusões, sem que ninguém veja. A pessoa vai abrindo caminhos pelas celas, passando por entre os companheiros atormentados, rumo àquele que parece o único mentalmente são. Era exatamente o que eu estava fazendo agora.

No' had settled down for ever on our councils, crushing with its deadening weight what I shall ever believe was the hope of the world.

Funny little thing. How could she know that even despair can work for you if you're lucky enough to outlive it.   I'd

Moje znaki szczególne to zachwyt i rozpacz.

Dividing earth and sky is not the right way to think about this wholeness. It only allows one to live at a more precise address-- were I to be searched for I'd be found much faster. My distinguishing marks are rapture and despair. From 'Sky', in the collection 'Miracle Fair

Dieses Leben? Nein, dieses Leben ist weniger als Nichts. Ich mach nicht mehr mit, du. Was sagst du? Vorwärts, Kameraden, das Stück wird selbstverständlich brav bis zu Ende gespielt. Wer weiß, in welcher finsteren Ecke wir liegen oder an welcher süßen Brust, wenn der Vorhang endlich, endlich fällt. Fünf graue verregnete Akte!

Immediate, glad obedience to God sets our course on the sea of happiness. Disobedience drops anchor in the sea of despair.Godly living means no regrets about yesterday, no embarrassments today, no schemes for tomorrow. Trust and let the One who holds both the past and future be your Guide for the present.

The artist's job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.

More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.