Quotes About Despair

Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.

In horror's wake, hope was a bountiful garden.

No comer genera desgano, genera enemistades inexistentes, hace que quienes te aman muten en enemigos mortales. Hace que quieras huir de tu casa, de tu cuerpo, de tu cabeza: todo te agota, te hace sentir un cadáver odioso al que todos temen acercarse.

Jason felt humiliated and frustrated. Rejected by a rock.

His mood was so black that getting murdered was beginning to seem appealing

Believe me, there is no one more dangerous than one whose hopes have turned to despair.

Why did he deserve to live when everyone around him died?

Geboren in een gevangenis, met lasten op onze schouders en onze gedachten, zouden wij niet in staat zijn het einde van een dag te halen als de mogelijkheid er een einde aan te maken ons niet aanspoorde om de volgende dag opnieuw te beginnen... De ketens en de verstikkende lucht van deze wereld ontnemen ons alles, behalve de vrijheid onszelf te doden; en deze vrijheid blaast ons zo'n kracht en een hoogmoed in dat ze zegeviert over de gewichten die ons verpletteren.

Maar wij ongelovigen, wij sterven met onze decors, te vermoeid om onszelf in de luren te leggen door de pracht en praal die beloofd is aan ons kadaver...

nel pessimista si accordano una bontà inefficace e una cattiveria inappagata

No one has been so convinced as I of the futility of everything; and no one has taken so tragically so many futile things.

But how can those who violently experience hatred, despair, chaos, nothingness, or love, who burn with each passion and gradually die with each and in each, those who can only breathe on heights, who are always alone, especially when they are with others - how can they grow in linear fashion and crystallize into a system?

Who do you call when your husband dies and you're twenty-four years old, alone in Afghanistan? Who do you call when the only voice you want to hear no longer exists?

Basically, the world is a giant shithole. But some of us are capable of imagining something better.

Basically it means the world's a giant shithole, but some of us are capable of imagining something better.

Nothing is quite as depressing as depression.

Nothing is more painful than to wander in the world without the one you love.

Macabéa had a passion for horror films and musicals. She especially liked films where the women were hanged or shot through the heart with a bullet. It never dawned on her that she herself was a suicide case even though she had never contemplated killing herself. Her life was duller than plain bread and butter.

Animal life boils down to this pursuit of pleasure after all. Human life is more complex: it boils down to the pursuit of pleasure, to fear of it, and above all to the dissatisfaction of the time in between. What I'm saying is a little simplistic, but it doesn't matter for now. Do you understand? All yearning is pursuit of pleasure. All remorse, pity, benevolence, is fear of it. All despair and seeking alternative routes are dissatisfaction. There you have it in a nutshell, if you wish.

Hay algo dentro de mí que duele. Ah, cómo duele y cómo grita pidiendo socorro. Pero faltan lágrimas en la máquina que soy. Soy un objeto sin destino.

A deseroização é o grande fracasso de uma vida.

Hope was my greatest sin. — Clarice Lispector, from "The Disasters of Sofia," The Complete Stories (New Directions, 2015)

Saldré de esta oscuridad donde tengo miedo, oscuridad y éxtasis. Soy el corazón de las tinieblas.

Alma desalentada: lo que alegra al enemigo no son tanto vuestras faltas como el abatimiento y la desconfianza en la misericordia divina que os producen. «Este es, dice el P. de la Colombiére, éste es el mayor mal que puede sobrevenir a una criatura.