In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity.- Through the Gates of the Silver Key

Cos every breath is unbearably painful

Carved deep into my veins but didn’t bleedOverdosed on sleeping pills but didn’t sleepWhen your heart is heavy, it gets increasingly harder to breatheClearly there’s a GodBut why has he forsaken me?

Here is little habit that can make a big difference. Send sunbeams. Intentionally send a word of encouragement or appreciation every day to one person.

May you find comfort and peace in every situation.

In the moments of your deepest need, despair and desperation, what you need more than any other thing, is calm and faith.

Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.

How poor you are, September. You make my heart groan. I know about Homesickness. It begins with H. What will you do?

No reflection was to be allowed now, not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward. Not one thought was to be given either to the past or the future. The first...

Phury knelt beside him and stroked his face. “I’ve only ever had you to live for. If you die I have nothing.I’m utterly lost. And you are needed here.” Zsadist tried to reach out, but...

Despair dragged at me like an anchor, pulling me down. I closed my eyes and retreated to some dim place within, where there was nothing but an aching grey blankness…

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

Si, mi cielo…

We have the keys to open the Heavens door; Bible reading and prayer.

You are capable of great deeds.

The pages aren’t numbered, so I don’t know whether I have the beginning or end or whether it’s in sequence but these days I’m not really looking for continuity.All I’m after is something that makes...

Avoidance therapy does not work. One major reason for that is because Avoidance Therapy (diversion, think yourself happy, positive affirmations) is predicated on the validity of ‘Failure of Will.’ Depression is not a choice.

We drove down Corydon avenue towards my mother’s apartment. How are you doing, she asked me? Fine, fine, I said. I wanted to tell her that I felt I was dying from rage and that...

How could I have been so ignorant? she thinks. So stupid, so unseeing, so given over to carelessness. But without such ignorance, such carelessness, how could we live? If you knew what was going to...

I dread the loss of her I’ve never touched love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak I miss a woman...

And she would like to cry, but she is unable to; and she would like to disappear but she won’t; and she would like to stop feeling this despair and so she thinks that she...

Conventions are, indeed, all that shield us from the shivering void, though often they do so but poorly and desperately.

But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness.

The art of our necessities is strangeThat can make vile things precious.

The difference between hope and despair is a different way of telling stories from the same facts.

Christ! What are patterns for?

I remember discussions with Bohr which went through many hours till very late at night and ended almost in despair; and when at the end of the discussion I went alone for a walk in...

She became the bad company that she kept.

There’s no hope for someone who doesn’t even know what hope is

I have hated you in every hour that has gone by, I hate you so that I would happily give my life for your death, and happily go to my own doom if only I...

I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen...

My only hope lies in my despair.

Keep trusting God. He will lead you in every step of the journey.

Without hope we fail to exist.

Sad Patience, too near neighbour to despair.

I felt as though my mind and heart had been dragged through a thicket of rose bushes and caught on every little thorn.

Uncle said, “If love would save him, wouldn’t no harm come to him.

All dreams. If there was love or pity for him, it was only in his dreams.

There are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they don’t yearn to reach out, but because they’ve tried and found no one who cares.

What is the nature of the search? you ask. The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life. To become aware of the search is...

Schizophrenia cannot be understood without understanding despair.

Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression.

Was that what it was really like to be alive? The feeling of darkness dragging you forward?How could they live with it? And yet they did, and even seemed to find enjoyment in it, when...

The shadows have both been my refuge and my repulse.

Je pensais de meme que notre jeunesse etait finie et le bonheur manqué. I thought too that our youth was over and we had failed to find happiness.

When ladies as young, and good, and beautiful as you are,” replied the girl steadily, “give away your hearts, love will carry you all lengths–even such as you, who have home, friends, other admireres, everything...

Despair is the result of each earnest attempt to go through life with virtue, justice and understanding, and to fulfill their requirements. Children live on one side of despair, the awakened on the other side.

How nice it would be to be dead if only we could know we were dead. That is what I hate, the not being able to turn round in the grave and to say It...

What, whom we put our hope in determines our stability!” EL