Quotes About Despair

So you find yourself surrounded by death and horror in the world, and you escape it into lust. But lust has no duration; it leaves you again in the desert.

There is a thing, like a bird, weak and fluttering within my chest, i cradle it and care for it as anyone should an injured thing, yet, i silently pray for it's death.

No man kills himself unless there is something wrong with his life.

Failure too is a form of death.

The day I went into physics class it was death.

Homeless, wifeless, mistressless, penniless . . . jump in the cold river and drown.

What a repugnant spectacle our country has become! Falsehood, cruelty, and madness everywhere, and brute force in the wings waiting to finish us off.

sostuvieron a base de falsas esperanzas y al final nos enviaron a la muerte por vía férrea.

Do you know the difference between an optimist and a pessimist? A pessimist says, 'Oh dear, things can't possibly get any worse.' An optimist says, 'Don't be so sad. Things can always get worse.

No, the prayer is essential. I live on the prayers. They alone can strengthen me to fight despair and fatigue.

La pregunta final estuvo preocupando a los judíos por siglos después que Malaquías y los otros profetas desaparecieron de la escena. No veían milagros, ni intervenciones espectaculares, y no habían escuchado nuevos mensajes del Señor. ¿Se había olvidado Dios de ser misericordioso? ¿Se había tapado los oídos a sus gemidos? El Antiguo Testamento termina con una nota de desilusión, anhelos no cumplidos, y remota esperanza.

Viktor Frankl, who spent time in one of Hitler's camps, said, "Despair is suffering without meaning.

I feel no peace, I feel nothing. I think I will feel nothing forever.

The tears in my eyes are now running down my cheeks at the thought that I have been his wife and his bedfellow, his companion and his duchess, and even now, though he is near to death, still he does not love me. He has never loved me. He never will love me.

Dear god, I am only twenty seven, my cause is defeated, my husband is dead. am I to be one of the poor widows who will spend the rest of their days at someone else`s fireside trying to be a good guest? shall I never be kissed again? shall I never feel joy? not ever again?

He has lost his print upon the earth; he has lost any fire.

I had never seen a woman in such despair before. It was worse than death, it was a constant longing for death and a constant rejection of life. She lived like darkness in her own day.

It's such a pointless unhappiness. I am so tired of it. Sounds odd, doesn't it? But I am so tired of being unhappy

men who must die have lost, and the Northern lords who will be executed or exiled have lost, and the greatest duke in England, fighting for his life and his good name, has lost ... and I have lost you.

His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn't hold.

Il ne faut pas désespérer les imbéciles, avec un peu d'entraînement on peut en faire des militaires.

Y lo que nos lleva al recuerdo de la desgracia y a las lamentaciones, sin saciarse nunca de ellas, ¿no diremos que es irracional y perezoso y allegado de la cobardía.

No, said a voice from the dark doorway. A weary voice, a voice for speaking long after midnight, a voice to be used when all paths are blocked, when castles have fallen to ruins, when morning will not come again.

The sea of grief has no shores, no bottom; no one can sound its depths.