Quotes About Despair

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Now, more than ever, we distinctly hear The dreadful shuffle of a murderous year And all our senses roaring as the Black Dog leaps upon the individual back.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Suffering does not only insulate. It drops its victim in an ocean desert where he sees men as distant ships passing. I not only feel alone, but very far away from you all.

To sit in solemn silence on a dull, dark dock in a pestilential prison with a life-long lock awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock from a cheap and chippy chopper on a big, black block.

There are no sides in suicide.

I have no mouth. And I must scream.

Confidence is the sweet spot between arrogance and despair-consisting of positive expectations for favorable outcomes.

Courage is not the absence of despair; it is, rather, the capacity to move ahead in spite of despair.

Courage is impulsive; it is narcissism tempered with nihilism.

From the true antagonist illimitable courage is transmitted to you. To what indifference people may come, to what profound conviction of having lost the right track forever.

To face despair and not give in to it, that's courage.

The moment of near despair is quite often the moment that precedes courage.

Despair gives courage to a coward.

If you wish to kill yourself but lack the courage to, I think a visit to Palmerston North will do the trick.

He who is ready to despair in solitary peril, plucks up a heart in the presence of another. In a plurality of comrades is much countenance and consolation.

Nothing on earth is so well-suited to make the sad merry, the merry sad, to give courage to the despairing, to make the proud humble, to lessen envy and hate, as music.

The coward despairs.

I just never really thought there could be something worse than death.

It would be wrong to refuse to face the fact that everything is fundamentally sick and sad.

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.

All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead.

Despair is a great incentive to honorable death.

White... is death. It's hospitals. It's my terrible nurses. White is absolute horror. It is just the worst.