Quotes About Despair

Jest when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die.

I prayed for death so as not to live in madness.

Waking up in a room with no natural light does something to a man. no windows. I'm almost afraid to die. I fear my soul won't make it out.

This place looks like the last scene in Hamlet.

Either a man goes and hangs himself, and then he hangs sure enough, and he'll have his reasons for it, or else he goes on living and then he has only living to bother himself with. Simple enough.

I half wish that I had not been born with a sense of romance and beauty in this accursed age.

Nihilism is not only despair and negation, but above all the desire to despair and to negate.

Slaves lose everything in their chains, even the desire of escaping from them.

Manic depression distorts moods and thoughts, incites dreadful behaviors, destroys the basis of rational thought, and too often erodes the desire and will to live.

We've all had that fear, that despair of losing someone, or this fierce desire because it's not reciprocated. The less reciprocation there is, the more desire we have.

...and the most intense desire gave force to her passionate words as the girl glanced despairingly about the dreary room like a caged creature on the point of breaking loose.

The greatest poverty is not to live In a physical world, to feel that one's desire Is too difficult to tell from despair.

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

Dying for dark - the darker the worse. Strange.

Dreams and expectations also have the very dark flipside of disappointment, broken dreams.

The best way to kill someone is from the inside, by crushing their hopes and dreams.

In the town of broken dreams the streets are filled with regret, maybe down in lonesome town I can learn to forget.

When we can't dream any longer we die.

There are no shadows in the Underdark. There is no room for imagination in the Underdark. It is a place for alertness, but not aliveness, a place with no room for hopes and dreams.

...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...

I seem to play a lot of losers.

Look at it! It's ginger! I shall have to hide until it's grown out! Despair! Anguish! Horror!

It's like having a head full of holes, in which the perfect repository of words have shamed themselves, he lamented.

he ceased to exist for a long time, living among friends but gaunt and ghostly, one of the disappeared. He had lost many voices: the lawyer's, the impresario's, the lover's, and it isn't surprising that he found speaking or even coherence difficult.