Quotes About Despair

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

How could I do it, how could a person go that low? And I understand your question, to which I reply, Are you kidding? That's nothing. I'd been much lower than that. And I expected to see myself do worse.

I want you to take away the hope because that's the thing that's killing me.

And he hated himself and hated her,too, for the ruin they'd made of each other.

I cross the place where my heart used to be and hope to be even deader than I am now.

With knowledge there is no hope,... without hope I would sit motionless, rusting like unused armor.

Everything is the same, nothing is worthwhile, the world is senseless, knowledge strangles.

I've never seen so much suicide...The Bible is full of hope.

Life without you is like a broken pencil, there's no point.

The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist.

In life there are certain sores which, like a kind of canker, slowly erode the soul in solitude.

Be still my tongue, for i know not what to say; My life is lived in darkness and here i will remain.

If you want to destroy something in this life, be it an acne, a blemish or the human soul, all you need to do is to surround it with thick walls. It will dry up inside.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

Mine has been a life of much shame. I can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.

The pointlessness of that, the pressure of that, almost got to me again. The waste of it all.

To paint that horrible scene, something terrible must have befallen the artist.

You don't go home at night with it in your stomach, in your bones. In a few weeks, when you have seen everything, you will have been living with it for a long time, too. You will be just like us—only more so, because it is getting worse.

now in her eyes the knowledge that this was futile, that this had always been futile

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house, with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.

Everyone struggles against despair, but it always wins in the end. It has to. It's the thing that lets us say goodbye.

Qué podía decir?¿Que me daba igual la vida?¿Que cada día me quitan más y más y me quedo con menos y menos? Un segundo menos; un segundo menos...¿Que estaba cansado de coleccionar millones de minutos de pasar miles de horas muertas?¿Que los últimos años, esperando el Alzheimer o un cáncer, no son dorados sino de latón?

evidence shows most workplaces filled with distrustful, disengaged, dissatisfied, despairing employees.