Quotes About Despair

He was, perhaps like [the depressive] Dino Watters, addicted to gloom. She felt sorry for him if that were so. It was a terrible malady to have. Far worse than the several others.

Começou a caminhar sem destino, as mãos nos bolsos, descendo a canaleta de pedestres. Os minutos passavam e cada vez o medo e o desalento aumentavam mais. Tudo desmoronava ao seu redor. Ele se sentia incapaz de evitar o colapso; limitava-se a testemunhá-lo, completamente impotente, engolfado por acontecimentos demasiado poderosos para que pudesse compreendê-los.

?ujte, vi sjene što živite u tami, nau?ite da svjetlo nije spas. Sretni, sretni ste vi u paklu sami koji ne vidite koliko svijet prezire vas.

But she did not dial; she felt too listless and ill to want anything: a burden which closed off the future and any possibilities which it might have once contained.

Winter came early that year. Snow filled the gray December air like fragments of torn-up hope

Just when you thought that things couldn't get any worse, you find out that they've always been a lot worse than you thought they were. And then they get worse.

Morning, noon & bloody night, Seven sodding days a week, I slave at filthy WORK, that might Be done by any book-drunk freak. This goes on until I kick the bucket. FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT

Depression brings to us strong feelings of hopelessness, a sense of worthlessness, and a more insistent awareness of death.

We are all subject to the fates. But we must all act as if we are not, or die of despair...death will sweep through all the worlds; it will be the triumph of despair, forever. The universes will all become nothing more than interlocking machines, blind and empty of thought, feeling, life...

Wir sind alle dem Schicksal unterworfen [...] aber wir müssen so tun, als seien wir es nicht, sonst würden wir vor Verzweiflung sterben.

Living was hateful, and death was no better, and from end to end of the universe this was the first and last and only truth.

She felt half inclined to lie down and die. But her body wanted food and drink, and she took this as a sign that her body at least wanted to go on living.

We are all subject to the fates. But we must all act as if were are not, said the witch, or die of despair.

Poor Hester, she was lying now, not crouching tense and watchful as she'd done all his adult life. And her beautiful gold-brown eyes were growing dull.

Le soleil noir de la Mélancolie.

We are all subject to the fates. But we must all act as if we are not," said the witch, "or die of despair

Tutti siamo soggetti al fato. Però tutti dobbiamo agire come se non lo fossimo. O morire di disperazione.

There's others who longed to be dead when they were alive, poor souls; lives full of pain or misery; killed themselves for a chance of a blessed rest, and found that nothing had changed except for the worse, and this time there was no escape; you can't make yourself alive again.

Yes," he said, "yes, I believe you're right. There is a correspondence between the microcosm and the macrocosm! The stars are alive, child. Did you know that? Everything out there is alive, and there are grand purposes abroad! The universe is full of intentions, you know. Everything happens for a purpose. Your purpose is to remind me of that. Good, good—in my despair I had forgotten. Good! Excellent, my child!

The world was not made of energy and delight but of foulness, betrayal, and lassitude.

We are all subject to the fates. But we must all act as if we are not, or die of despair.

Men we have never met took our son. They took him without our express permission. They tortured him then they … killed him. And there is no understanding it. There is no meaning. No coming to terms with it. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever. We will wake up every day for the rest of our lives and we will breathe razor blades and we will swim through bleach. And there is no escape from this. There is no comfort. There is just … blades and bleach. Until we die.

And he couldn't do it. He could not fucking die. How could he leave? How could he go? Everything he hated was here.

He couldn't do it. He could not fucking die. How could he leave? How could he go? Everything he hated was here.