Quotes About Despair

Fu.. anyone who leaves me, I'm so sick of being lonely.

Loneliness is like quicksand, once you're in it, it's hard to get out of.

Those nights when you just breakdown realizing how lonely you are, and that nobody even cares

I find myself alone in this world and I'm very sad. Everyone has abandoned me and I am truly alone. I have nobody to talk too, to confide in and share my problems with. I have nobody to cheer me up when I'm down, nobody to love or love me back. I have nobody, I am alone in this world.

Sex doesn't cure being lonely it just makes you feel more empty inside afterwards, especially if there is no love there!

I am feeling so lonely and depressed, and even more I can't explain my feelings.

Right now I'm done believing you, loving you, trusting you, missing you. You don't even know what I'm feeling and you probably won't even understand. I'm less of a person thanks to you; nothing in world can match up to this pain.

That moment when you realize he is gone and out of your life. The feeling of complete emptiness, depression, loneliness... Knowing that you won't ever get to hug him, call him, kiss him, say those 3 words to him...knowing that he is no longer yours, but hers.

Everyday, I feel you going further and further away from me and my Life going further and further into the dark... BUT I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

I will close my eyes and when I open them, I pray you'll be there, that all of this is just a nightmare, that you never left...but I know the truth.

Some days you make me think we can still be...Other days, I'm so hopeless thinking I should just give up.

Hanging onto hope might make you feel better but it just makes me feel alone.

Time is a great healer. With time everything passes, love, beauty, pain and hurts. With time the intensity and sharpness of my pain, my sadness my disappointments and my despair, slowly fades, but my heart's still broken and my eyes still cry for you.

It is not hard to live through a day, if you can live through a moment. What creates despair is the imagination, which pretends there is a future, and insists on predicting millions of moments, thousands of days, and so drains you that you cannot live in the moment at hand.

Sometimes the pain's too strong to bear and life gets so hard you just don't care.

Vain are the beliefs and teachings that make man miserable, and false is the goodness that leads him into sorrow and despair, for it is man's purpose to be happy on this earth and lead the way to felicity and preach its gospel wherever he goes.

Life is tragic for those who have plenty to live on and nothing to live for.

I would not go on anymore weaving my cloths by day and unraveling them again at night, making nothing.

The room turned gray, then white. The bed felt cold without him, and too large. I heard no sounds, and the stillness frightened me. It is like a tomb. I rose and rubbed my limbs, slapped them awake, trying to ward off a rising hysteria. This is what it will be, every day, without him. I felt a wild-eyed tightness in my chest, like a scream. Every day, without him.

When he was gone, would I be like Achilles sailing over his lost lover Patroclus? I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul.

I lay on the dirt, weeping. Those flowers had made him his true being, which was blue, and finned, and not mine. I thought I would die of such pain, which was not like the sinking numbness Aeëtes had left behind, but sharp and fierce as a blade through my chest. But of course I could not die.

There was an ache in my stomach, like hunger or despair.

If he had looked at me then, I would have broken. I would have begun to weep and never stopped.

La pena creció en mi interior hasta que estuvo a punto de ahogarme. «Su muerte». Solo de pensarlo me sentía morir, caía en picado a través de un cielo absolutamente negro.