Quotes About Despair

A weeping woman is a bucket with no bottom." Lini had been full of sayings like that.

Death rides on my shoulder, Lews Therin muttered. Death walks in my footsteps. I am death.

It could crush you, that despair. But the act of creating something—anything—fought back.

At the sight of her, sadness and loss rolled over him, worse

Hey, Mags. Um - how are you holding up? I don't think I'm going to love you anymore. What's the point? You are just going to die like everyone else...

There are those nights wehn you're pushing thirty and life seems over. When you feel like you'll never tie up any ends and no one iwll ever kiss your lips again.

Man is the only animal species capable of conceiving the notion of his own disappearance, and the only one capable of the despair that notion brings. What a strange race: so savagely determined to destroy itself, so savagely intent on preserving itself.

Slowed down by a sense of hopelessness in all his decisions and movements, he suffered from bitter sadness, and his incapacity solidified into a pain that often sat like a nosebleed behind his forehead the moment he tried to make up his mind to do something.

Our souls have been suffering in a kind of darkness

ABANDON ALL HOPE, YE WHO ENTER HERE. Those skeletons were part of the psychological warfare waged against all intruders by this mindless, deathless, diabolical city.

my mom felt more and more alone with no one to turn to.

Hope is for the hopeless.

To dispair is to turn your back on God.

I'm in the depths of despair! (Anne of Green Gables)

Despair is a free man—hope is a slave.

It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant…

Well, that is another hope gone. My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

it's so dreadful to have nothing to love — life is so empty — and there's nothing worse than emptiness…

I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.

An hour ago on the sand-shore he has been looking at her as if she were the only being of any importance in the world. And now she was a nobody.

Nothing seems worthwhile. My very thoughts are old. I've thought them all before. What is the use of living after all, Anne?

Peter was going to die—to DIE.

Oh, this is the most TRAGICAL thing that ever happened to me!

She dropped miserably on the first chair she came to and sat there staring through the oriel, oblivious of Good Luck's frantic purrs of joy and Banjo's savage glares of protest at her occupancy of his chair.