Quotes About Despair

The suffering, the despair in this place, is like a wave. It rolls out of every bed, smashes against the moldy walls and swoop back toward you. You can drown in it

Then,mercifully darkness.

I know now that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, insanely, and without recourse

Giti was killed, collecting pieces of her daughter's flesh in an apron, screeching hysterically. Giti's decomposing right foot, still in its nylon sock and purple sneaker, would be found on a rooftop two weeks later. At Giti's fatiha, the day after the killings, Laila sat stunned in a roomful of weeping women. This was the first time that someone whom Laila had known, been close to, loved, had died.

Tak ada lagi kebaikan di tanah ini dan kami tidak bisa melarikan diri dari kematian. Pembantaian selalu mengancam.

Sad znam da neki ljudi proživljavaju nesre?u onako kao što drugi proživljavaju ljubav: samotno, žestoko i bez zale?a.

I think of him now, ragged and lost, staggering across a desert, the path behind him littered with all the shiny little pieces that life has ripped from him.

She could not give him his son back. In this most essential way, she had failed him—seven times she had failed him—and now she was nothing but a burden to him. She could see it in the way he looked at her, when he looked at her. She was a burden to him.

Once through this ruined city did I pass I espied a lonely bird on a bough and asked 'What knowest thou of this wilderness?' It replied: 'I can sum it up in two words: 'Alas, Alas!

Never had I beheld such despair.

when the ambitious man whose slogan is 'Either Caesar or nothing' does not get to be Caesar, he despairs over it. But this also means something else: precisely because he did not get to be Caesar, he now cannot bear to be himself.

bleak territory of the heart.

There were no more choices, no more options, no more clever ways out of a tough situation. And the rush, I realized in a brutal wash of despair, is a false god I've chased my entire life. One that cost me everything in the blind search for sensation. My entire existence amounted to nothing.

Hope died hard, and the lie was easier to bear.

Habits begin to form at the very first repetition. After that there is a tropism toward repetition, for the patterns involved are defenses , bulwarks against time and despair.

Existential nausea comes from feeling trapped. It is an affect state resulting from the feeling that the future has only bad options.

The thirties were zombie years. Civilization had been killed but it kept walking the Earth, staggering toward some fate even worse than death.

When you lose all hope and all fear, then you become something not quite human.

the gaps in sensitivity displayed are vast. Concepts that have not often been surpassed For ignorance or downright nastiness - That the habit of indifference is less Destructive than the embrace of love, that crimes Are paid for never or a thousand times, That the gentle come to grief - all these are forced Into scenes, dialogue, comments, and endorsed By the main action, manifesting there An inhumanity beyond despair.

Es una vergüeza, ¿sabe usted? Es una vergüeza vivir. La nada era tranquila y buena. En calma, apacible e ignorada, giraba en su bondad. Entonces also se movió, brotaron malas convulsiones ¿Qué demonio era el causante? ¿Qué diablo empujó la nada dándole vida? ¿De qué se vengaba? ¿Por qué deben pensar los condenados a la vida? Es una enfermadad , una horrenda maldición...

Foul places began to gather in my inner being, black spores which spread more and more. And up in Heaven God Almighty sat and kept a watchful eye on me, and took heed that my destruction proceeded in accordance with all the rules of art, uniformly and gradually, without a break in the measure.

Hasta mis manos me parecían repugnantes. La deformación impúdica del dorso de mis manos me atormentaba; me sentía brutalmente impresionado a la vista de mis delgados dedos; odiaba todo mi cuerpo fláccido, y me horrorizaba llevarlo, sentirlo junto a mí. ¡Si todo esto pudiera terminar ahora! ¡Dios mío, quisiera morir!

Det begyndte å komme rotne flækker i mit indre, sorte svamper som bredte sig mere og mere.

How steadily my predicament had gotten worse! By now I was so utterly denuded of objects that I didn't even have a comb left, or a book to read when I felt hopeless.