Quotes About Despair

I had sucked on the tit of disillusionment and teethed on the bitter root of cynicism. I was on the way to the misanthropy that would sour me.

mediocra noastr? diminea?? friguroas?, îng?duitoare, înaint?m, cu toate dup? noi, calendar, certificate, cartograme, primejdii, pove?ti, pozne, podoabe, a?teptarea rece pueril? a zilei, pedeapsa noastr?, bucurie dezn?dejde, desaga fiec?ruia.

Sometimes with the most intense pain a paralysis of sensibility occurs. The soul disintegrates--hence the deadly frost--the free power of the mind--the shattering, ceaseless wit of this kind of despair. There is no inclination for anything any more--the person is alone, like a baleful power--as he has no connection with the rest of the world he consumes himself gradually--and in accordance with his own principle he is--misanthropic and misotheos.

Qué es lo que nos retiene aún aquí? Los amados descansan hace tiempo. En su tumba termina nuestra vida; miedo y dolor invaden nuestra alma. Ya no tenemos nada que buscar –harto está el corazón–, vacío el mundo.

In serene souls there is no jesting. Jesting indicates a loss of equilibrium; it is both a succession of disturbances and the center's restoration. The sharpest wit has passion. The condition of the dissolution of all proportion - despair and spiritual death - is most fearfully witty.

Transformando a los hombres en mercancías y dinero, este perverso mecanismo económico ha dado vida a un monstruo, sin patria y sin piedad, que acabará negando también a las futuras generaciones toda forma de esperanza.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.

The limitations of man's perception might seem to lead to despair. But the very fact that God has an overarching plan that embraces every human experience points in the opposite direction. You, your daily moment-by-moment circumstances, your final end are all "from the hand of God" (Eccl. 2:24). In this confidence you may deal with the vanity, the frustrations, the transitoriness of daily life.

Tired of these endless games, Time to end the darkened day To raise the sword To kill the light Because there is no reason left to fight...

?nsanl?k öldü belki de hiç ya?amam??t?..!! Humanity was dead.Maybe never live too..!!

Sen birden çökeceksin Selim. Çünkü neden? Çünkü için bo? senin. Birden, kollar?m?n aras?nda için bo?alarak; birden üçüncü boyutunu kaybedip bir düzlem olacaks?n ve ben de seni duvarda bir çiviye asaca??m.

Selim, insan?n yarat?c? hayal gücünü öldürüyordu. Kambur duru?u, da??n?k saçlar? ve ütüsüz elbisesiyle Selim, insan? can s?k?nt?s? ve ümitsizli?e sürüklüyordu. ?nsan ona bak?nca, gerçi bir süre kendinden memnun oluyordu; fakat sonunda can? s?k?l?yordu.

Y?llard?r günlük tutmay? hayal ederdim. ?imdi vaktim var: bir ?ey dü?ünemiyorum. Yazd?klar?m? okudum: aptalca sözler etmi?im. Kendimi kötülemeye söz vermi?tim: onu da yapam?yorum. ?nsan Kafka'y? okuyamazsa... bitiktir i?i. Bir silgi gibi tükendim ben. Ba?kalar?n?n yapt?klar?n? silmeye çal??t?m: mürekkeple yazm??lar oysa. Ben, kur?unkalem silgisiydim. Azald???mla kald?m.

Siyah çerçeveli ciddi bir ilân: bu kitap ne ciddi kavgalar?n, ne büyük ve yayg?n s?k?nt?lar?n, ne de ezilen insanlar?n roman?d?r; bu kitap, mustarip bir ruhun iç çeki?lerinin roman?d?r. Sizlere hizmetten ?eref duyan yay?nevimiz iftiharla sunar: Tutunamayanlar.

Bat dünya bat..

Religion kept some of my relatives alive, because it was all they had. If they hadn't had some hope of heaven, some companionship in Jesus, they probably would have committed suicide, their lives were so hellish.

There was no real comfort in being alone with her thoughts, her memories, but somehow the illusion of freedom lessened her despair.

Grief was grief, she thought. It was pain and loss and despair—an abrupt end where there should have been a continuing.

Clay was slowly deciding to kill himself. It was slow because, in spite of everything Clay did not want to die. He was just becoming less and less able to tolerate the pain of living.

I sat where I was, more depressed than ever, hating the whole hopeless, stupid business and wondering whether the human species would ever grow up enough to learn to communicate without using fists of one kind or another.

But if all I had to look forward to was marriage to him and babies and poverty that just keeps getting worse, I think I'd kill myself.

The Dunns must of felt this when Tracy vanished. Crazy as they are, crazy as she was, they must

I like Curtis Talcott a lot. Maybe I love him. Sometimes I think I do. He says he loves me. But if all I had to look forward to was marriage to him and babies and poverty that just keeps getting worse, I think I'd kill myself.

Why do you keep trying to kill yourself?" I hadn't expected an answer so I was surprised when she spoke quietly. "Most of the time living just isn't worth the trouble.