Quotes About Despair

La peur, c'était bon avant, quand nous gardions de l'espoir.

I am free: there is absolutely no more reason for living, all the ones I have tried have given way and I can't imagine any more of them.

jag vet på förhand att dagen är tillspillogiven. Jag kommer inte att göra någonting bra förrän kanske natten faller på. Det beror på solen; den kastar ett svagt guldskimmer över den smutsvita rök som hänger i luften över järnvägen, den silar in i mitt rum, blond och blek och ritar på bordet fyra matta, falska reflexer.

Biz gümbürtüye gitmiÅŸ insanlar?z, diyordu gururla, biz hayat? ?skalayanlardan?z. Hiçbir iÅŸe yaramayaca??z.

Roquentin is visited by a deeper, more philosophical ailment: he falls into bouts of what he calls his "Nausea." These are episodes in which, afflicted by his sense that there is "absolutely no more reason for living

Mein augenblickliches Leben ist nicht besonders glanzvoll, [...]

No one knew how to end it. The war had settled into unbearable, unwinnable battles. It had reached a point where there were no more victories, only death.

Depression depleted your energy; the main cause of suicide was a deadly fusion of hopelessness, anxiety and panic.

Is there a way forward, when campaign financing and mega-lobbying have displaced the common good and have led Americans to despair about the functioning of the political system? Since incumbent politicians won't vote for campaign reform on their own, are we doomed to a vicious circle of big money, big corruption, failing public services, and a collapse of democratic rule?

Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.

We had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us... calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

that since Cecilia's suicide, the Lisbons could hardly wait for night to forget themselves in sleep.

Desdemona, mourning her parents, was still imprisoned by the past. And so she stood on the mountain, looking down at the emancipated city, and felt cheated by her ability to feel happy by everybody else.

I don't want to ruin your life, Leonard said in a gentler tone. You're not ruining it. The drugs just slow the process down. But the end's inevitable. The question is, how to turn this thing off? He jabbed at his head with his index finger. It's cutting me up, and I can't turn it off. Madeleine, listen to me. Listen. I'm not going to get better.

Na kraju nije bilo bitno koliko su godina imale niti da su bile cure, nego samo da smo ih voljeli, a one nisu ?ule naš zov; ne ?uju nas ni danas, dok ih prorije?ene kose i salastih trbuha iz ku?ice na drvetu dozivamo da iza?u iz soba, kamo su otišle da zauvijek budu same - same u samoubojstvu, a samoubojstvo je dublje od smrti - i gdje mi nikad ne?emo na?i djeli?e da ih nanovo sklopimo.

Ördögi kör alakult ki: nem volt kit szeretni, hát nem volt többé szerelem, nem volt többé szerelem, nem születtek többé gyerekek, és mert nem születtek többé gyerekek, nem volt kit szeretni többé.

He felt as if he were being violently emptied out, as if a big magnet were pulling his blood and fluids down into the earth. He was weeping again, unstoppably, his head like the chandelier in his grandparents' house in Buffalo, the one that was too high for them to reach and that every time he visited had one fewer bulb alight. His head was an old chandelier, going dark.

anguished grieving. To Elizabeth Mrs. Lincoln

sometimes—a lot of the time—it felt like her skin no longer fit her, and her body was only a collection of flaws to be fixed or at least disguised, an endless source of despair.

was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning.

was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

For the first time his mind grasped the fact that when life has sentenced you to suffer, the sentence is neither a fancy nor a threat, but you are dragged to the rack, and you are tortured, and there is no marvelous rescue at the last moment, no awakening as from a bad dream. He felt it as a foreboding which struck him with terror.

The pool under Sandford lasher, just behind the lock, is a very good place to drown yourself in.

And Alvina the floor sweeper—she hates herself, and it seems she's got plenty of company. All she's losing is her childhood, her future, a worldful of people who will never be her friends. How would you like to trade places with her?