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

Despair and frustration will not shake our belief that the resistance is the only way of liberation.

I often think of death. True. Suicide is a reasonable option. True. My sins are unpardonable.I stare at the question. My sins are unpardonable. I stare at the question. My sins are unpardonable. I leave...

The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.

Without adversity and trials we may never know what we are capable of.

It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.

Death, he felt, was only a kind of warning rather than a desperate and permanent end.

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...

So that you will hear memy wordssometimes grow thinas the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.Necklace, drunken bellfor your hands smooth as grapes.And I watch my words from a long way off.They are more...

Do not consider despair as a thick and high wall standing on your way; it is just a darkness and you can still walk in the darkness till you reach the light!

There is greater clarity in the still waters of sadness, something not found in the babbling brooks of more sought after emotions.

See, it’s not that I’m jealous of others. I just don’t understand why they can be happy and I can’t.

If Chase’s wings are broken, then mine are shattered.

The news that gives you a future with hope, in spite of your despair over the past, is realizing that Jesus has prayed for you and is praying for you now.

For after all, why do we go on fighting? If we die for democracy then we must be one of the democracies. Let the rest fight with us, if that is the case. But the...

I’m falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.

The clear awareness of having been born into a losing struggle need not lead one into despair. I do not especially like the idea that one day I shall be tapped on the shoulder and...

In search of Truth the hopeful zealot goes,But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!

Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.