Quotes About Despair

To overcome our sense of loneliness is a life long pursuit. Let us not despair in its pursuit!

The faith which makes the courage of despair possible is the acceptance of the power of being, even in the grip of non-being. Even in the despair about meaning being affirms itself through us. The act of accepting meaninglessness is in itself a meaningful act. It is an act of faith.

La définition du Beau: il est ce qui désespère.

There is weeping in my heartLike the rain falling on the city.

II pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville. NÆ¡i tim Ä'ây n?c n?, nhÆ° thành ph? mÆ°a rÆ¡i...

Ariette III Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville ; Quelle est cette langueur Qui pénètre mon coeur ? Ô bruit doux de la pluie Par terre et sur les toits ! Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie, Ô le chant de la pluie ! Il pleure sans raison Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure. Quoi ! nulle trahison ? Ce deuil est sans raison. C'est bien la pire peine De ne savoir pourquoi Sans amour et sans haine Mon coeur a tant de peine !

Tired of life, afraid of death, not unlike A lost brig, toy of ebb and flow on the ocean, My soul weighs anchor for a frightful shipwreck.

It's no life, Paula. It's a living nightmare.

It gave me a sharp kind of sadness to think that no matter how much I loved him and tried to put him back together again, he might stay broken forever.

This was my one brush with love. Was it love? It felt awful enough. I spent another two years crawling around in the skin of it, smoking too much and growing too thin and having stray thoughts of jumping from my balcony like a tortured heroine in a Russian novel.

All that was left for me was a terrible kind of paralysis, this waiting game, this heartbreak game.

It was terrible to feel so empty, as if I were nothing. Why couldn't I be happy? And just what was happines anyway?

I might just crawl under my bed and not come out until I'm old and doddering and can't remember feeling anything for anyone at all.

I wish I could break into pieces," I told him one night, just a week after I'd come back. "That would feel better somehow. Isn't the worst when you can keep on walking and breathing and writing letters and going to the market and all the things you do when you're alive, but really you're blown apart?

The Dadaist movement was born from the despair over the egregious death and destruction of World War I and the zealous nationalism that led to it. The Dadaists' goal, according to an early manifesto, was to "remind the world that there are people of independent minds—beyond war and nationalism—who live for different ideals." After

Mine hadn't, and neither had Cameron's. All the scars I still carry, she carries, too. Trust issues, attachment trouble, identity problems, feelings of emptiness, isolation, alienation, and despair—cracks in the soul that can't be mended. I've seen it. I've lived it. How anyone with a hole inside them will search on and on, sometimes all their lives, for ways to fill it.

But what else is there? If we give up now, we're done for." "I might just crawl under my bed and not come out until I'm old and doddering and can't remember feeling anything for anyone at all." She nodded. "You want to, but you won't.

A Kiowa's first and last resort was courage. A Kiowa did not beg or plead or appease. She knew at the bitter end she could starve away the despair, deny any sustenance to surrender. She wiped her face again and climbed up into the wagon. Ausay gya kii, gyao boi tol. Prepare for a hard winter, prepare for hard times. She braided her hair as if for battle. And so she became quiet and stilled.

A woodenness came over her. A Kiowa's first and last resort was courage. A Kiowa did not beg or plead or appease. She knew at the bitter end she could starve away the despair, deny any sustenance to surrender. She wiped her face again and climbed up into the wagon. Ausay gya kii, gyao boi tol.

But first my feet will freeze and then my legs and then my insides, they will all turn to ice. And my blood, too, and my heart, and I will forget.

Awash in a flood of hostility and despair, they battled and railed and shattered their bodies on one another, unable to find one strand, one sobering swallow of solace.

Le mandò un bacio e sparì, senza guardare Tatiana. E lei sperava disperatamente in un ultimo, fuggevole sguardo. Nella semioscurità avrebbe voluto sentire i suoi occhi dolci su di sé, leggervi la verità che aveva appena negato. Ma lui non la guardò, Tatiana non poté leggere nessuna verità. Vide solo che l'aveva rifiutata.

When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools God uses to show us the way.

Hopelessness is a form of silence, of denying the world and fleeing from it. The dehumanization resulting from an unjust order is not a cause for despair but for hope, leading to the incessant pursuit of the humanity denied by injustice.