Quotes About Despair

Early on, if I was alone two or three nights in a row, I'd start writing poems about suicide.

There is love, and everything else is staring into the abyss.

At least we both know how shitty the world is. You wearing a beard as a mask to disguise it. I wearing my tired smile. I don't see how you do it. One hundred thousand university students marching with you. Toward A necessity which is not love but is a name.

And they say the greatest sin against faith is despair, because it denies the existence of hope.

The tall trees, compassionate, understood everything: grief - they stood stock-still, branches drooped in despair; fear - they exposed their many roots, tugged their gold hair; anger - they shook in the storm, pointed their bony fingers. - The World of Trees (inspired by the Forest of Burnley)

I only know the stony plain, wandering, and the gradual loss of hope. I am the sterile offspring of a race about which I know nothing, not even whether it has become extinct. Perhaps, somewhere humanity is flourishing under the stars, unaware that a daughter of its blood is ending her days in silence. There is nothing we can do about it.

He saw the statue - she shrank back as he hurried forward. And then he realized it wasn't her. Rose was taken aback. She hadn't known - how could she know - what her disappearence had done to him. This Doctor had a look of such despair in his eyes that her heart almost stopped in pity. She wanted more than anything else to go to him, tell him that everything was going to be alright. But... what with possibly ripping time and space apart, that was probably a bad idea.

She pulled into a fetal position, covered her head with the road atlas, and cried with a violence that shook the car. Their

Already there was black rain inside me.

My blood is become water; youth is frozen into senility; all things worth while are gone.

Il n'y a pas de rapport sexuel.

Léo ferré disait de la mélancolie: « C'est un désespoir qui n'a pas les moyens. »

Le malheur avait mis les habits du mensonge Ils étaient d'un beau rouge couleur du sang du cœur Mais son cœur à lui était gris Penché sur la margelle il me chantait l'amour Sa voix grinçait comme la poulie Et moi dans mon costume de vérité je me taisais et je riais et je dansais au fond du puits Et sur l'eau qui riait aussi la lune brillait contre le malheur la lune se moquait de lui.

Essayez, si vous le pouvez, d'arrêter un homme qui voyage avec son suicide à la boutonnière.

Mon livre de chevet, c'est un revolver. Mi libro de cabecera es un revólver.

Yo soy un anima infeliz,Perdida en este mundo atormendo. I am a miserable spirit lost in this tormented world.

Youth is not a time of life, it is a state of mind. You are as old as your doubt, your fear, your despair. The way to keep young is to keep your faith young. Keep your self confidence young. Keep your hope young.

Tant'è vero che il tentativo supremo di chi non vuol più accettare è quello di suicidarsi.

Some people are attracted to sickness, to the kind of madness where sparks fly off the head, to the incoherence of despair, masked by nervous energy, which winds up looking like bewildered joy.

Comfort is beauty muted by heroin. Sadness is beauty drained by lack of it.

I am so far removed, from everything, that I can't even cry. There's a chasm between me, where I am, and the world I am in. The world I move my feet through. The atmosphere I breathe is like golden syrup, twenty-seven atmospheres thick. I'm wading through the world, consumed with … consumed. And I'm wading through the swamp that my body has become.

I can no longer cry. I groan a few times. Through the slits that are my eyes, I stare at my shoes, at the gray swirls of the concrete floor, at the bright orange lid of my syringe. And I realize—it's a kind of horror—that this is my life. And I can't stop. I just can't stop. I can't stop anymore.

I really really don't want to die here, among these criminally ugly furnishings.

He who loses sight of the word of God, falls into despair; the voice of heaven no longer sustains him; he follows only the disorderly tendency of his heart.