Quotes About Despair

Donde empiezan la inquietud y la perturbación, la tristeza buena deja el lugar a la mala.

Por eso el demonio hace grandes esfuerzos para producir en nosotros esa mala tristeza y, para conseguir desalentar al alma y desesperarla, intenta antes que nada perturbarla.

Once there had been joy, but now there was only sadness, and it was not, he knew, alone the sadness of an empty house; it was the sadness of all else, the sadness of the Earth, the sadness of the failures and the empty triumphs.

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.

You have your dreams, you look round and everything's broken, hearts, windows, walls, telephone boxes. Everything breaks and disappears.

It's so hard being goth. You have to have a bad time everywhere.

Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love

Chance, my master and my friend, will, I feel sure, deign once again to send me the spirits of his unruly kingdom. All my trust is now in him- and in myself. But above all in him, for when I go under he always fishes me out, seizing and shaking me like a life-saving dog whose teeth tear my skin a little every time. So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.

i heard on their lips the language of passion, of betrayal and jealousy, and sometimes despair - languages with which I was all too familiar.

Sometimes I have thought that human misery goes far beyond human imagination,—imagination has its limits, and misery, like the vast seas, appears to be without end.

Amid the stillness of the night, in the depths of the ravine, from the direction in which the corpses lay suddenly resounded a kind of inhuman, frightful laughter in which quivered despair, and joy, and cruelty, and suffering, and pain, and sobbing, and derision; the heart-rending and spasmodic laughter of the insane or condemned.

The characteristic political attitude of today is not one of positive belief, but of despair.

When life is so burdensome, death has become for man a sought-after refuge.

The saddest aspect of life is that there is no one on earth whose happiness is such that he won't sometimes wish he were dead rather than alive.

O campo de trabalho é um mundo prático. Vergonha e horror são luxos a que ninguém se pode dar. Age-se com preserverante indiferença, talvez com desalentada satisfação. Não tem nada a ver com o prazer da desgraça alheia. Acredito que quanto menor é o acanhamento perante os mortos, maior é o apego à vida. Mais nos deixamos embarcar em qualquer ilusão.

The only things that merited reflection in the gorgeous young man's eyes were death and destruction—and those alone.

She felt tears dripping down her cheeks, and she wondered if anyone would ever miss her if she simply sat here, drinking coffee for days and days, years and years.

He thinks, ten years I have had my soul flattened and pressed till it's not the thickness of paper. Henry has ground and ground me in the mill of his desires, and now I am fined down to dust I am no more use to him, I am powder in the wind. Princes hate those to whom they have incurred debts.

I am in mourning for myself. With these papers, my usefulness gone. I could not do it again: the years of sleepless toil, the brute moral deformation. . .

T]here comes a point where the fear is too great and the human spirit just gives up and a child wanders off numb and directionless and ends up following a crowd and watching a killing.

It is often when night looks darkest, it is often before the fever breaks that one senses the gathering momentum for change, when one feels that resurrection of hope in the midst of despair and apathy.

Despair... It hides away propagates, expands, and finally explodes

The despair of the world makes Kurono shine even brighter.

Though I grieve, there is no help;Vainly I long to see her.Men tell me that my wife isIn the mountains of Hagai—Thither I go,Toiling along the stony path;But it avails me not,For of my wife, as she lived in this world,I find not the faintest shadow.