Quotes About Despair

Freddie experienced the sort of abysmal soul-sadness which afflicts one of Tolstoy's Russian peasants when, after putting in a heavy day's work strangling his father, beating his wife, and dropping the baby into the city's reservoir, he turns to the cupboards, only to find the vodka bottle empty.

Oh, there are no living poets, Miss Van Damn. We're not entirely sure there ever were. They've found some shreds of sonnets in England and, embedded in a chalk wall of a cave in France, some yet undetermined thing which might be the legendary inward eye. But all evidence, such as it is, suggests that, if there ever were poets, they were all burned into extinction during the interglacial period of despair.

My self-confidence, love of wisdom, and desire to change the world were rooted in that brief period, when I climbed out of despair to rebirth.

He felt empty, broken, defeated.

Hattie felt as if someone had reached inside her breast, grabbed her heart, and twisted it out of her body, only to discard it in the slop bucket.

Pankaj Mishra

The creative hopeless.

The deeper our faith, the more doubt we must endure; the deeper our hope, the more prone we are to despair; the deeper our love, the more pain its loss will bring: these are a few of the paradoxes we must hold as human beings.

A infelicidade não é só a infelicidade: é, ainda pior, o fracasso da felicidade.

Os homens desesperados vivem pendurados no espaço à maneira das figuras pintadas nas paredes, sem respirar, sem falar, sem escutar ninguém.

Ele era como um homem que se embriagou há muito tempo e que deixou de ser capaz de abandonar a sua embriaguez.

They were both just too beautiful for the worlds they were cast down into.

Action is the best cure for despair.

But despair was not a synonym for sorrow or regret. Despair was the loss of hope.

This affliction--hope--is so cruel and stubborn, I believe it will kill me

Long time I been on my own, but now really I'm alone. I survive the killing, the starving, all the hate of the Khmer Rouge, but I think maybe now I will die of this, of broken heart.

Dios, me estas ayudando demasiado. Me has hecho demasiado fuerte. Descansa un poco, deja que me hunda en mi dolor, permíteme llorar y lamentarme, permíteme enloquecer y gritar y darme cabezazos contra la pared.

They arrive without money but with stories written on the parchment of their hearts which they don't recite easily. They are stories which have crept out of the edges of civil wars and scattered into the fleeing wind. You can read the words in their eyes, stained by despair; in their mouths, silenced and tightened by horror. You can even read the words in their thorn and weary clothes.

stooping very low, He engraves with care His Name, indelible, upon our dust; And from the ashes of our self-despair, Kindles a flame of hope and humble trust. He seeks no second site on which to build, But on the old foundation, stone by stone, Cementing sad experience with grace, Fashions a stronger temple of His own.

Now it's like we on a highway to hell." He added, "At least we have Bill Cosby.

You can't be gone. I need you here, with me. What am I going to do without you?

Despair is for people who know, beyond any doubt, what the future is going to bring. Nobody is in that position. So despair is not only a kind of sin, theologically, but also a simple mistake, because nobody actually knows. In that sense there is always hope.

There was not even any hope for Miss Roach that Mr. Thwaites would ever die.

He felt that what he had done could never be forgiven and he was destined to go to hell, so it didn't matter if he killed more people.