Quotes About Despair

The gates of the camp opened. It seemed as though an even darker night was waiting for us on the other side. The

The main theme remains constant: man owes it to himself to reject despair; better to rely on miracles than opt for resignation. By changing himself, man can change the world.

Night. No one prayed, so that the night would pass quickly. The stars were only sparks of the fire which devoured us. Should that fire die out one day, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars, dead eyes.

How are we ever to disarm evil and abolish death as a means to an end? How are we ever to break the cycle of violence and rage? Can terror coexist with justice? Does murder call for murder, despair for revenge? Can hate engender anything but hate?

How are we ever to disarm evil and abolish death as a means to an end? How are we ever to break the cycle of violence and rage? Can terror coexist with justice? Does murder call for murder, despair for revenge? Can hate engender anything but hate? The

It was at Auschwitz that human beings underwent their first mutations. Without Auschwitz, there would have been no Hiroshima. Or genocide in Africa. Or attempts to dehumanize man by reducing him to a number, an object: it was at Auschwitz that the methods to be used were conceived, catalogued, and perfected. It was at Auschwitz that men mutilated and gambled with the future. The despair begotten at Auschwitz will linger for generations.

The stars were only sparks of the fire which devoured us.

Since my father's death, nothing mattered to me anymore.

Life? I no longer care to live. I am alone. But I wanted to come back to warn you. Only no one is listening to me …

One that most horrible day, even among all those other bad days, when the child witnessed the hanging (yes!) of another child who, he tells us, had the face of a sad angel, he heard someone behind him groan: For God's sake, where is God? And from within me, I heard a voice answer: Where He is? This is where - hanging here from this gallows.

No one was praying for the night to pass quickly. The stars were but sparks of the immense conflagration that was consuming us.

Behind me, I heard the same man asking: "For God's sake, where is God?" And from within me, I heard a voice answer: "Where He is? This is where—hanging here from this gallows …" That night, the soup tasted of corpses.

We were the masters of nature, the masters of the world. We had transcended everything—death, fatigue, our natural needs. We were stronger than cold and hunger, stronger than the guns and the desire to die, doomed and rootless, nothing but numbers, we were the only men on earth.

One more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. One less reason to live." They were torturing him, and he didn't see a reason to live anymore how much pain and suffrage he's going through.

You have entered an abnormal, lonely, and unwelcome new world where you are nothing but an island of sadness.

Life feels pointless.

She believes that her last chance for love just died, and her last chance was her first love, and there is something about that that is awfully hard to bear. Think about it. To know you're at the end of hoping for love and to realize that something else will have to do, if you're going to have any reason to go on.

Since then, he'd seen so many things that defeated and demoralized him. Nobody could change the world singlehandedly. Hell, nobody could change the state child welfare system. Not unless they were able to complete an overhaul of human nature. Not unless they were able to wipe out the blackness that lurked in every person's soul.

Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don't need to show me thier badges. I know these guys very well.

But he [Depression] just gives me that dark smile, settles into my favorite chair, puts his feet on my table and lights a cigar, filling the place with his awful smoke. Loneliness watches and sighs, then climbs into my bed and pulls the covers over himself, fully dressed, shoes and all. He's going to make me sleep with him again tonight, I just know it.

Before you realize this truth, say the Yogis, you will always be in despair, a notion nicely expressed in this exasperated line from the Greek stoic philosopher Epictetus: 'You bear God within you, poor wretch, and know it not.

When a situation is making you truly miserable, it's difficult to say that you are merely unhappy. There seems to be nothing mere for instance, about crying for months on end, or feeling that you are being buried alive within your own home.

Meanwhile, the object of your adoration has now become repulsed by you. He looks at you like you're someone he's never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is, you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You're a pathetic mess, unrecognizable even to your own eyes.

Despair is a tedious business and quickly becomes repetitive.