Quotes About Despair

There was no safe place in all the world for me. My stomach was filled with ice water. Hearing Domini was the final straw. Something in me broke. All the King's horses and all the King's men would never be able to put me back together again.

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But this home over here: it needed paint but had flowers neatly planted all the way around it. That one over there had a tire swing out front, tied to a fat magnolia tree. Behind another, a lush vegetable garden. You got to fight not to give into despair, he told himself. You got to see the good that's mixed in with the bad.

This was what real grief felt like—she had never truly felt it before. All the times she had been sad, all the times she had wept in her life, all the glooms and melancholies were merely moods, mere passing whims. Grief was a different thing altogether.

Too depressed for a Slurpee? Now that's depressed. My

O Suburbs of Despair where nothing but the weather ever changes!

Breton considered suicide the truest art, though life seemed hardly worth the trouble to discard.

By the tie I arrived at the clinic I was typically so demoralized I could barely stand. I was twenty-three years old and I looked like Nixon resigning the presidency.

It's hard to describe depression to someone who's never experienced it. Now I would say it's like you're in a boat on the ocean with no land in sight, and the ocean is made of pain. You don't want to dip your oar in the water, because you'll splash yourself and be in even more agony than you are already. So you sit and do nothing. And then the boat starts to leak.

Self-destruction is the effect of cowardice in the highest extreme.

Having a sense of purpose, as well as connections to past and future generations, allows us to reach beyond ourselves to affirm that our lives matter. Without a spiritual connection, many people experience an overriding sense of despair. Morality, values, and a spiritual connection to others and the universe are critical for many people to feel a sense of wholeness and connection, and a reason to get up in the morning and to take good care of themselves.

She is staring into hell and I'm not brave enough to join her.

Loss of someone we love cannot be adequately expressed with words. Grappling with loss, struggling with disconnection and despair, fills us with a sense of anguish and actual pain. Indeed, the parts of our brain that process physical pain overlap with the neural centers that record social ruptures and rejection. Loss rips us apart.

The world is bad but not without hope. It is only hopeless when you look at it from an ideal viewpoint.

To become a villain, you had to have become disillusioned, and in order to become disillusioned you had to have been passionate about something you believed in that was shaken and ripped from your grasp as a protagonist in that stage of your life, leaving you disillusioned with God, if you will.

If you have Palestinians who have no hope, who don't have a job, who've used up all their resources, the notion of getting rid of violence is a dream.

Of course I am frustrated with regard to extreme poverty, to violence that never seems to cease.

Patience, n. A minor form of dispair, disguised as a virtue.

Fitzgerald put it, "In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day"),

In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day

as Fitzgerald put it, "In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day"), my stomach tightens and I feel paralyzed.

How cruel it must be for a man to live past his soul.

The sinner I was expecting was guilty of pride, lust and spiritual despair, not merely of sloth and ineptitude. This was the diary of a nobody. So I nearly censored January to June 1933 in the interests of Grandpa's glamour as a Gothic personage. But in truth this is what we should be exposed to - the awful knowledge that when they're not breaking the commandments, the anti-heroes are mending their tobacco pipes and listening to the wireless.

If you have no more happiness to give me, / Well then! you still have your pain.