Quotes About Despair

I think most artists create out of despair. The very nature of creation is not a performing glory on the outside, it's a painful, difficult search within.

Literature has been the salvation of the damned, literature has inspired and guided lovers, routed despair and can perhaps in this case save the world.

Vegheaz? umbr?-a ??rnii,umbr? ca de iad, deschi?i tu ochi-mi legi cu lan? de fier...?i cad în pat p?truns de mii de suli?i în m?nunchi... ?i ca s?-mi pot goni durerea- vino,moarte... Ha,moarte,port la ??rmul viselor de?arte, îngroap?-m suferin?a rogu-te-n genunchi...

For some time they talked of reformation; those who apparently desired it most favoring it only for their own profit, and the people who were to be the gainers expecting little and saying nothing. For a long time these poor people, either from distrust, incredulity, or despair, hesitated to ask for their rights: it is said that the habit of serving had taken the courage away from those old communes, which in the middle ages were so bold.

When you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope.

In the darkness you could hear the crying of women, the wailing of infants, and the shouting of men. Some prayed for help. Others wished for death. But still more imagined that there were no Gods left, and that the universe was plunged into eternal darkness.

This world in which we live needs beauty in order not to sink into despair. It is beauty, like truth, which brings joy to the heart of man and is that precious fruit which resists the year and tear of time, which unites generations and makes them share things in admiration.

you always felt they were pawns in an indifferent universe, butts of an existential joke with no punch line.

Another day working in the Borough of the Damned.

Dood ok ondergang!" Rupert panted.

Hidup tanpa harapan adalah hidup yang kosong

I am not even alive enough to know how to kill myself.

Even false hope's better than no hope.

Sex is the last refuge of the miserable

Sex is the last resort of the miserable

Too much to lament a misery is the next way to draw on a remediless mischief.

tant elle souffrait en revenant. Et elle pleurait des jours entiers de chagrin, de désespoir et de détresse.

admitting the ultimate defeat of the spirit in self-imposed death.

She turned to John to share the joke, and he was transfixed, looking into the catastrophe of her sagging, bleary-eyed face.

Who among the angels will hear me if I cry? I stand in the dank and he dark, amid my wasted life, not knowing what to do, unable to make any decision, and weep. My hopes were extinguished a long while ago, and now any tinder of dignity follows suit.

My Friend: Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair. I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the darkness, my friend! I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies thy path! By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?

The shore whispers to the sea: "Write to me what your waves struggle to say." The sea writes in foam again and again and wipes off the lines in a boisterous despair.

The cramped atmosphere of neglect oppressed Phatik so much that he felt that he could hardly breathe.

that awful human type of sadness.