Quotes About Despair

There are fewer and fewer jobs among us, more of us being born, more kids growing up with nothing to look forward to. One way or another, we'll all be poor some day. The adults say things will get better, but they never have.

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.

My life had lost its relish when liberty was gone.

Everything is hypothetical in hell.

Sometimes I feel as if we're living inside a tomb, a large, spacious one for lots of people. I looked at the world wreathed in gray Murk, cold and nasty. The prison is not outside, but inside each of us. Perhaps we simply don't know how to live without it.

At this time of year the world is at its most detestable.

Man harnesses his suffering to time. He suffers as a result of the past and extends his suffering into the future. In this way he creates despair.

I'd started to put on my boots, but that terrible gray morning alarmed me. Sometimes I feel as if we're living inside a tomb, a large, spacious one for lots of people. I looked at the world wreathed in gray Murk, cold and nasty. The prison is not outside, but inside each of us.

When the sun has been destroyed for a man, what comfort is there in a world of moonlight?

Hell is the impossibility of reason.

De nada sirve que nos tapemos las orejas. Los comentarios, las risitas irónicas, los cascotes que caen de no se sabe dónde, nos atormentan en tal forma los minutos del día y del insomnio, que nos dan ganas de suicidarnos nuevamente.

Nous sommes tous des naufragés de l'âme vois-tu, la peinture n'est que le reflet de ce chagrin, antichambre de la grande joie à venir." Nous sommes tous des naufragés de l'âme vois-tu, la peinture n'est que le reflet de ce chagrin, antichambre de la grande joie à venir. On ne se tue pas pour une femme (Plon)

Many lives have a mystical sense, but not everyone reads it aright. More often than not it is given to us in cryptic form, and when we fail to decipher it, we despair because our lives seem meaningless. The secret of a great life is often a man's success in deciphering the mysterious symbols vouchsafed to him, understanding them and so learning to walk in the true path.

Mine has been a life of much shame. I can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.

In spite of my suffering, at the thought that I was sure to end up by killing myself, I cried aloud and burst into tears.

I felt as though the vessel if my suffering had become empty, as if nothing could interest me now. I had lost even the ability to suffer.

Disqualified as a human beings. I had now ceased utterly to be a human beings.

I soon came to understand that drink, tobacco and prostitutes were all great means if dissipating (even for a few moments) my dread for human beings. I came even to feel that if I had to sell every last possession to obtain these means of escape, it would be well worth it.

If my neighbors manage to survive without killing themselves, without going mad, maintaining an interest in political parties, not yielding to despair, resolutely pursuing the fight for existence, can their griefs really be genuine?

My eyes would swim in my head, and the whole world grow dark before me, so that I felt half out of my mind.

The "world," after all, was still a place of bottomless horror.

Good night. I'm Cinderella without her prince. Do you know where to find me in Tokyo? You won't see me again.

Oh, life is too painful, the reality that confirms the universal belief that it is best not to be born.

I have never been able to meet anyone without an accompaniment of painful smiles, the buffoonery of defeat.