Quotes About Despair

But it was no use. I had the kind of heart that would always be breaking.

It is not cheerful for a girl to discover within twenty-four hours of her wedding that her husband is a hopeless drunkard, and to see him die of delirium tremens within six weeks. An experience so vivid, like lightning must blast something in a woman's conception of life. Because one man's kisses reeked of whisky the kisses of all male humanity were anathema.

My love is hopeless! I know it. But it will feed me to my dying day.

False hope is better than no hope at all.

Je n'ai envie de rien, je ne sais pas quoi faire, je ne veux pas dormir, je ne veux pas rester éveillée. Je n'ai pas faim. Je ne veux pas être seule, je ne veux voir personne. J'ai l'impression d'être en sursis. Je suis juste complètement défoncée. La vérité se fait jour avec lenteur et me laisse vide... A... même A... ce que je m'en fiche.

Je n'aime personne et je ne fous rien, je ne veux pas tenter de me distraire, ou de m'occulter la vérité. La vie est une saloperie, et chaque seconde de lucidité est un supplice.

Et ça jaillit comme dans un cauchemar, je dégueule des litres de vodka, des litres de champagne, mes illusions perdues, les fantômes qui me hantent, et ça gicle sur le bitume noir avec un bruit d'explosion liquide et sale qui se répercute dans ma tête comme la sentence fatale de mon indignité.

Encaro o futuro como uma eternidade de provações e fastio. Minha covardia me impede de por fim aos meus dias.

His heart ached as if eaten away by poisons.

I pray. I go to mass. I even remember to respect my elders and help little old ladies across the street. What the hell did I do to deserve this?

I loved - but those I loved are gone; Had friends - my early friends are fled: How cheerless feels the heart alone When all its former hopes are dead! Though gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense of ill; Though pleasure stirs the maddening soul, The heart - the heart - is lonely still.

none are left to please when none are left to love.

I live, But live to die; and, living, see no thing To make death hateful, save an innate clinging, A loathsome, and yet all invincible Instinct of life, which I abhor, as I Despise myself, yet cannot overcome–– And so I live. Would I had never lived!

Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day.

With nothing left to love— there's naught to dread.

Only then could I move away from the wails of the walking dead and feel, for a fragment of time, that I was still alive.

HOrrible. The most horrible sound on earth. The sound of death and torture and the agonies of a burning hell," Lisle said. "Damn them. It's bagpipes.

They had nothing. He wanted to weep. She makes men cry, Morris had said. Maybe they ought to.

Moj, pomislila je, i ta je pomisao bila bolna, gorkoslatka, misao nade i o?aja u jednome. Bio je njezin imenom, i po crkvenom i po svjetovnom zakonu. Ali nijedan ga zakon nije mogao u?initi istinski, potpuno njezinim. Za to ?e se trebati dugo i tvrdokorno boriti.

Erikson maintained that, in later years, we experience a sense of integrity if we believe we have lived meaningful lives. This sense of integrity gives us a feeling of completeness so that we can better accept our approaching deaths. But if we have unresolved regrets about the past—if we think that we made poor choices or failed to accomplish important goals—we feel depressed and hopeless, which leads us to despair.

We do not want to comprehend that people may and do die of emotional pain, or to recognize the terror in ourselves when we cannot seem to help someone in despair -- when our words are empty.

Suicides do not end their lives because they are weak, mentally ill, or depressed - though certainly they may be all those things. They are in blinding, all-consuming psychic pain, and perhaps on that final poisonous day they can find no reason not to.

As I listen to the stories about those who suffered and ended their lives it seems to me that it isn't as if they wanted to die, but more that they wished to feel better and didn't know how.

Grief doesn't feel as if a rug has been pulled out from under her. There is no rug. There is no floor on which to lay a rug. There is no ground on which to build a floor to lay a rug.