Quotes About Despair

After that he would leave for a while, breaking things as he went, slamming doors to kick them open, picking up decanters to hurl at mirrors, detouring by way of chairs to smash them against the floor. Always when he came back he would sleep in their room, shutting the door against her. Rigid with self-pity she would lie in another room, wishing for the will to leave. Each believed the other a murderer of time, a destroyer of life itself.

here lies the heart of the difference between grief as we imagine it and grief as it is) the unending absence that follows, the void, the very opposite of meaning, the relentless succession of moments during which we will confront the experience of meaninglessness itself.

It is the season of suicide and divorce and prickly dread, wherever the wind blows.

The heart of the difference between grief as we imagine it and grief as it is: the unending absence that follows, the void, the very opposite of meaning, the relentless succession of moments during which we will confront the experience of meaninglessness itself.

I had never before understood what "despair" meant, and I am not sure that I understand now, but I understood that year.

A barren woman was always tragic, she thought despairingly, but at least her tragedy belonged to herself and her husband alone. When a queen was barren, the tragedy belonged to a nation.

Why does life hurt so much, Cai?' Gwenhwyfar asked despairingly. 'It always hurts for those who feel deeply,' he replied. 'It is the price we must pay.' 'It would be nice sometimes not to care.' 'Easier, certainly. But would it really be worth it?

Sufoque o que sente, esqueça um sonho impossível e não vá adoecer por um sentimento sem esperança.

Let me tell you something straight off. This is a love story, but not like any you've ever heard. The boy and the girl are far from innocent. Dear lives are lost. And good doesn't win.

How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

I believed the reason there was a God was to prevent such atrocities from happening to the same person twice. But nothing prepared me for this: I have done what I've sworn I could never do; I have become my own nightmare... I have lost control.

Some people, they get down in a hole so deep they can't figure out what to hold on to.

There is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

Life sucks when you're all alone.

I'm so depressed. Christmas is the worst of all. Holidays are terrible, worse than Sundays. I get melancholia.

This isn't an office-It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.

I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.

I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has become too great.

When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools God uses to show us the way.

I'm done talking, done trying, done giving hope, done hoping, and most importantly, done getting hurt and being disappointed.

I hate getting my hopes up and then being very disappointed in the end.

The only thing worse than being disappointed is being the disappointment.

I'm tired of always being let down. Such a disappointment...

I just love being let down, it's fu..ing lovely.