Quotes About Despair

Don't get the expression of a vicious cur that appears to know the kicks it gets are its desert, and yet hates all the world, as well as the kicker, for what it suffers.

I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried to close his eyes-to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life-like gaze of exultation, before any one else beheld it. They would not shut; they seemed to sneer at my attempts, and his parted lips and sharp, white teeth sneered too!

The world is surely not worth living now, is it?

For himself, he grew desperate; his sorrow was of the king that will not lament, he neither wept nor prayed - he cursed and defied - execrated God and man, and gave himself up to reckless dissipation.

She's fainted, or dead,' I thought: 'so much the better. Far better that she should be dead, than lingering a burden and a misery-maker to all about her.

You inquire after my health - it is better; but while I remain cut off from all hope, and doomed to solitude, or the society of those who never did and never will like me, how can I be cheerful and well?

Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?

You may fancy a glimpse of the abyss where I grovelled!

One hoped, and the other despaired; they chose their own lots, and were righteously doomed to endure them.

It's a pity he cannot kill himself with drink.

You loved me - then what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that god or satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. - Heathcliff

Yo, desdichada criatura tuve que bajar finalmente mi bandera, tras una larga lucha hasta el oscurecer, con el abatimiento y la soledad.

And I am weary of the anguish Increasing winters bear; Weary to watch the spirit languish Through years of dead despair. So, if a tear, when thou art dying, Should haply fall from me, It is but that my soul is sighing, To go and rest with thee.

It was very, very sad: and while I read I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored.

Le di mi corazón, lo cogió, lo destrozó hasta la muerte y me lo devolvió.

If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable.

Her features were so sad, they did not seem hers:

You enquire after my health — it is better; but while I remain cut off from all hope, and doomed to solitude, or the society of those who never did and never will like me, how can I be cheerful and well?

he's the only person I have to love in the world. But you, Heathcliff, have no one to love you, and nobody to cry for you when you die!

Il y avait une telle angoise dans l'explosion de douleur qui accompagnait ce délire que la compassion m'a fait oubier sa folie.

Something is happening to me, Nelly. I can feel a strange change coming in my life, and its shadow is hanging over me. I'm not interested in living any more – I can hardly even remember to eat or drink. I hate to see Catherine and Hareton because they remind me so much of Cathy. But then – everything I see reminds me of her! I see her in every cloud and tree. Wherever I go, I'm surrounded by her.

I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.  And they have all turned to enemies in a few hours: they have, I'm positive; the people here.  How dreary to meet death, surrounded by their cold faces! 

you have left me so long to struggle against death alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort - you deserve this. You have killed yourself.