Quotes About Despair

This is hell. Today, in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen.

in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen. What

It was the very discomfort, the blows, the cold, the thirst that kept us aloft in the void of bottomless despair, both during the journey and after. It was not the will to live, nor a conscious resignation; for few are the men capable of such resolution, and we were but a common sample of humanity.

son ellos, los hundidos, los cimientos del campo; ellos, la masa anónima, continuamente renovada y siempre idéntica, de no-hombres que marchan y trabajan en silencio, apagada en ellos la llama divina, demasiado vacíos ya para sufrir verdaderamente. Se duda en llamarlos vivos: se duda en llamar muerte a su muerte, ante la que no temen porque están demasiado cansados para comprenderla.

Strange, how in some way one always has the impression of being fortunate, how some chance happening, perhaps infinitesimal, stops us crossing the threshold of despair and allows us to live.

This is hell. Today, in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen. What can one think about? One cannot think any more, it is like being already dead. Someone sits down on the ground. The time passes drop by drop.

Riferito ai Muselmänner] Essi popolano la mia memoria della loro presenza senza volte, e se potessi racchiudere in un'immagine tutto il male del nostro tempo, sceglierei questa immagine, che mi è familiare: un uomo scarno, dalla fronte china e dalle spalle curve, sul cui volto o nei cui occhi non si posso leggere traccia di pensiero. Se i sommersi non hanno storia, e una sola e ampia è la via della perdizione, le vie della salvazione sono invece molte, aspre ed impensate.

Cerrato said seriously that indeed sometimes things went like that, and that he would try to come up with something; but in general it was really dark all the time. You couldn't see the glimmer, you beat your head again and again against an ever lower ceiling, and ended by coming out of the cave on your hands and knees and backward, a little older than when you went in.

poi scese una notte totale, atrocemente gelida, senza luci in cielo né in terra.

Life's deceit may Fortune's fawning Turn to scorn, yet, as you grieve, Do not anger, but believe In tomorrow's merry dawning. When your heart is rid at last Of regret, despair and fear, In the future, what has passed Shall in kinder light appear

A lifetime of cannibal hatred

when the world denies us over and over, when it punishes us as it's punished you, Serwë, it becomes difficult to understand the meaning. All our pleas go unanswered. Our every trust is betrayed. Our hopes are all crushed. It seems we mean nothing to the world. And when we think we mean nothing, we begin to think we are nothing.

A sorcerer and a harlot . . . There's something sad about that." He grasped her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers. "There's something sad about all couples," he said.

Kill me," he said. "I'd rather be a useless corpse than a useful fool.

This is the graveyard where they buried our future.

Stay where I am? Jesus Christ, what choice do I have? This house is twenty-five hundred square feet of tomb. I'm not alive. I'm buried alive.

Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.

I kind of hate Nick right now, too, but there's someone else higher on my list, someone I hate more than Saddam Hussein and any asshole named Bush combined, hate more than that fuckhead who canceled 'My So-Called Life' and left me with a too-small boxed DVD set that does not answer the questions whether Angela and Jordan Catalano did it, or if Patty and Graham got a divorce, or if there really was something to all that lesbian subtext between Rayanne and Sharon.

Hope against reason: an opiate she'd long abandoned.

When I see those sad, abused and neglected animals on those commercials I feel despair for the human race. Too many people repay loyalty with faithlessness and give no thought to their own final hours when the might have to ask another to grant them the mercy that they withheld from those who trusted them.

Most people desperately desire to believe that they are part of a great mystery, that Creation is a work of grace and glory, not merely the result of random forces colliding. Yet each time that they are given but one reason to doubt, a worm in the apple of the heart makes them turn away from a thousand proofs of the miraculous, whereupon they have a drunkard's thirst for cynicism, and they feed upon despair as a starving man upon a loaf of bread.

I am not only in a cold dark place; I AM a cold dark place.

Taking refuge in the hopeless nature of anything was just a form of cowardice.

War," Pax said, "either dulls the mind to despair or sharpens it toward intuitive truths.