Quotes About Despair

I looked at him and did not answer; there flashed through my mind a quick, running picture of all the squalid hovels in which I had lived and it made me feel more than ever a stranger as I stood before him. How could I have told him that I had learned to curse before I had learned to read? How could I have told him that I had been a drunkard at the age of six?

Light lost to the darkness here.

there would be no surprises, and the Jacuzzi was just a big bathtub with a few extra jets of water, loud enough that it could cover over just about any cries of despair. ???? (Posted 9/8/2012)

How can anyone love me when I can't find a single reason to love myself? Do you ever feel like you've given yourself away? Let the world drain away every important thing about you? Why can't anything ever just feel...normal?

The Death Mist is not for helping! Akhlys shrieked. It shrouds mortals in misery as their souls pass into the Underworld. It is the very breath of Tartarus, of death, of despair! Awesome, Percy said. Could we get two orders of that to go?

Your destiny grows clearer, Jason Grace. When the choice comes again- storm or fire- remember me. And do not despair.

Do not despair. Heroes rarely live up to to our expectations

Very well. But I have warned you. In this pages, only suffering awaits.

When everything else has gone, love still remains," Dr. Hunter said. "Totally," Reggie said. But what good did it do you? None at all.

pointing. She was completely hopeless.

There was no despondency when she fell asleep that night; nor was there hope when she awoke in the morning.

She waited for the material pictures which she thought would gather and blaze before her imagination. She waited in vain. She saw no pictures of solitude, of hope, of longing, or of despair. But the very passions themselves were aroused within her soul, swaying it, lashing it, as the waves daily beat upon her splendid body. She trembled, she was choking, and the tears blinded her.

She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet, half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mournful notes without promise, devoid even of hope.

There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation. She could not work on such a day, nor weave fancies to stir her pulses and warm her blood.

She was becoming too familiar for her own comfort and peace of mind. It was not despair; but it seemed to her like life was passing her by, leaving its promise broken and unfulfilled.

Robert's going had some way taken the brightness, the color, the meaning, out of everything. The conditions of her life were in no way changed, but her whole existence was dulled, like a faded garment which seems to be no longer worth wearing.

I shall die. I must die. I cannot be so unhappy, and live.

Rat. A curse, an insult, a word totally without light.

His rat soul longed inexplicably for it; he began to think that light was the only thing that gave life meaning, and he despaired that there was so little of it to be had.

Despereaux felt a very intense pain in his hindquarters.

Sometimes the pain in her heart made her feel too terrified to go on. Sometimes it made her want to drop to her knees.

The thinnest shaft of light entered the empty chambers of my heart, just for a moment. Then it disappeared, extinguished by the weight of all that had gone before.

Die derzeitigen und früheren Bewohner von Nulle wussten, wie abgründige Trauer den Geist zerfrisst.

My heart died. Arty would despise her. But Mama told me to go on hoping. Go ahead and love her, Mama said. I've wondered since whether those were Mama's last words, the final sizzle of her synapses.