Quotes About Despair

As a writer, you make yourself less real with each book you write. [...] The despair you feel is that of one who lives in two dimensions and is trapped inside a square, in the middle of an infinite piece of paper.

Poezia s-a sinucis avînd grij? s?-È™i fac? un nod foarte estetic la È™treang.

amorul nostru nemuritor s-a dus dracului"...

And I realize how useless wails are and how gratuitous melancholy is.

Despair . . . is the only cure for illusion. Without despair we cannot transfer our allegiance to reality—it's a kind of mourning period for our fantasies. Some people do not survive this despair, but no major change within a person can occur without it. —PHILIP SLATER, Earthwalk

Finding the power of the sacred, not despite suffering, but in the midst of it: This is the alchemy of dark emotions. Through this alchemy, grief moves us from sorrow for what we've lost to gratitude for what remains. Fear of life's fragility is transformed to the joy of living fully, with openness. And even despair becomes the ground of resilient faith - not just an opiate for our pain, but a profound commitment to life as it is.

In the Greek myth, Sisyphus, with great effort, rolls a large rock up a mountain. At the top, the rock, of its own inertia, rolls back down again. Doomed to roll the rock up the mountain over and over again to no avail—this is what life often feels like to those in extreme despair.

All happiness has vanished

Lo, great and small say, 'I wish i were dead' Little children say, "He should not have made me live!" Lo, children of nobles are dashed against wails, Infants are put out on high ground.

Odonda je prošlo ve? mnogo vremena a on nije naslikao ništa poslije ona dva-tri sretna jesenja dana on nije dugo ve? doživio ništa što bi bilo vrijedno da se uop?e doživi vu?e se po kavanama živi me?u ovim dvonošcima koji nose kišobrane i uvijek kada govore govore o ne?em stvarnom o kruhu ili o mesu mi?u ?eljustima i zubalima od kau?uka a sve je jalovo i nema nikakvog višeg razloga za opstanak.

I don't deserve this life?I'm better of dead, I'm sorry.

Is there anything I can do for you... besides die?

You think when you get to go where you want to go, finally you be happy, but then when you get to where you want to go, you are actually even more miserable because you have nothing left to aspire to, and you feel this hopelessness, like what's left to aspire towards?

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always.

Man's nature is not essentially evil. Brute nature has been know to yield to the influence of love. You must never despair of human nature.

WHAT, WILL THE star which is bent on driving me to despair allow me no time to breathe? Am I to see, through their mutual understanding, my watchful care and my wisdom defeated one after another? Must I, in my mature age, become the dupe of a simple girl and a scatter-brained young fellow?

We often marry in despair, so that we repent of it all our life after.

There are moment in life when one ceases to live and merely exists, when physical misery or discomfort become so great that they exclude all other sensations. One goes on, automatically, a body without a mind, like a tadpole, with no thought of the past or hope for the future. The present is eternity and fabricated of despair.

Just as Sarah Keeler had taught me that children die, Wendy taught me that you don't have to wade through the insanity; you can get off the bus. This scared me so much that a sweaty panic swept over me. From that moment on I knew it was possible to end my own life. (157)

Il gît, terrassé par ce qui transporte les autres, tellement éloigné de lui-même qu'il prend pour du désespoir ce qui n'est que de l'extase.

I've experienced waves of hopelessness and despair, alternating with determination and enthusiasm for living.

Suddenly I want him to stick one of the syringes into me so I can go into a deep sleep and never wake up and never feel this bad ever again.

I feel the life slipping out of me. When the pain comes, I cry out, but there is no prayer in it, only fear. I kneel and recite my office and the Rosary but the words are empty - dry gourds rattling in the silence. The dark is terrible and I feel so alone. I see no signs but the symbols of contradiction. I try to dispose myself to faith, hope and charity, but my will is a blown reed in the winds of despair.

The biggest disease today is not leprosy or tuberculosis but rather the feeling of being unwanted, uncared for and deserted by everybody.