Quotes About Despair

I cannot do it. I cannot bear it. I cannot go back to what I was here. I cannot stand at her side and watch another take her. I am not that strong or that good.

That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both

My world is falling apart.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don't want to die. I want to eat like a normal person eats, but I need to see my bones or I will hate myself even more and I might cut my heart out or take every pill that was ever made.

Why bother trying? What was the point? So I could go to some suck-ass college, get a diploma, march out into a job that I hated, marry a pretty girl who would want to divorce me, but then she wouldn't because we'd have kids, so instead she'd be the angry woman at the other end of the kitchen table, and the kids would grow up watching this, until one day I'd look at my son and he'd look just like that face in the bathroom mirror? If that was life, then it was twisted.

Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. For awhile. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it's to late because you are maintaining it now,straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can't stop.

My head is killing me, my throat is killing me, my stomach bubbles with toxic waste. I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid if this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind.

Had she ever enjoyed anything? Had every day been a struggle? Perhaps death would be a release, a rest for the weary.

You're not dead but you're not alive. You're a wintergirl.

I knew I wouldn't get an invitation. I would be lucky to get an invitation to my own funeral, with my reputation.

A kid asked him what his painting was. "It's Venice at night, an accountant's soul, the blood of imbeciles. Smoker's lung. Tenure. The inside of a lock, the taste of iron. Despair. A city with the streetlights shot out, the heart of a school board director." Some teachers whisper he's having a breakdown. I think he's the sanest person I know(181)".

Nothing. It all sounds stupid.

The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling with grease and curses and tobacco flakes and cavities and boyfriend/girlfriend juice, the stain of lies. For one moment we are bot failed tests and broken condoms and cheating on essays; we are crayons and lunch boxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds. For one breath everything feels better.

12. I wasn't just encased in hardening concrete up to my chin; it was pouring down my throat. I was in a race to see if I would die from the outside in or the inside out.

There were times when, in her fury, she was convinced that she needed to drive down to Phoenix and let him know just how much of a bastard she thought he was, that he needed to know just what he had done. But she eventually realized that with his resounding, silent indifference, nothing she could possibly say would matter to him, and by the same account, he didn't deserve to understand how angry he had made her. He wasn't good enough to know how much she hated him.

Youth is the age of despairs.

In marriage they legitimized despair," and "Every kiss is the conquest of a repulsion.

A poem with its throat cut from ear to ear. The Daily Mirror

I meant of course the whole portentous scrimmage of sex itself, the act of penetration which could lead a man to despair for the sake of a creature with two breasts and le croissant as the picturesque Levant slang has it.

In marriage they legitimized despair; every kiss is the conquest of a repulsion.

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.

The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.

When you feel like you've had it up to here, and you're mad enough to scream, but you're sad enough to tear, that's rock bottom.

Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.