the normal laws of development are inverted here in the Congo. The forest, not the town, offers the safest sanctuary and it is grandfathers who have been more exposed to modernity than their grandchildren. I...

Day after day he roamed about in the arctic cold, his soul filled full of bitterness and despair. He saw the world of civilization then more plainly than ever he had seen it before; a...

My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. Writing isn’t like math;in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With writing, the way you feel...

And I despise your books, I despise wisdom and the blessings of this world. It is all worthless, fleeting, illusory, and deceptive, like a mirage. You may be proud, wise, and fine, but death will...

Sometimes when we are drowning in our own loss we lash out–anger is momentarily easier to cope with.

Despair is something horribly simple.

… A lobotomy involved some kind of rod or probe inserted through the eyesocket,the term was always “frontal” lobotomy;but was there any other kind?Knowing that internal stress could cause failure on the exam merely set...

The sense that everything is going wrong has existed in every era, and rightly so since men have found no greater pleasure than in inventing new ways to make each other miserable.

Poetry has its uses for despair. It can carve a shape in which a pain can seem to be; it can give one’s loss a form and dimension so that it might be loss and...

Ah! The anguish, the vile rage, the despairOf not being able to expressWith a shout, an extreme and bitter shout,The bleeding of my heart.

I shall not be afraid of a calamity. God is my defender.

And the world suddenly appeared to me as such an awfully large place, with I so totally alone in it that I could have cried from the bottom of my heart.

Some stories end in despair, some begin there

Despair sees no hope, while hope sees no despair.

I walk out the door with a heavy feeling in my heart as another secret falls on top of it.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Discouragement is like a scorpion in your shoe; it takes courage to toss it out so you can move on.

Grumble weakens the spirit.Despair is counterproductive.Both are true toxicants in life.

Whether you are man or woman, rich or poor, dependent or free, happy or unhappy; whether you bore in your elevation the splendour of the crown or in humble obscurity only the toil and heat...

Today is the day after my wedding. And nothing is the way I expected it to be.

Those who make us believe that anything’s possible and fire our imagination over the long haul, are often the ones who have survived the bleakest of circumstances. The men and women who have every reason...

The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.

He waited for the black, terrible anger as though for some beast out of the night. But it did not come to him. His bowels seemed weighted with lead, and he walked slowly and lingered...

There is darkness inside us all. It is true. Inside every human being there is a tremendous and powerful capacity to commit deeds of evil. A force with the power to hurt others, to further...

NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of manIn me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;Can something, hope, wish day come, not...

The power of hope! Even a lack of ambition can, for a time, pay off as a necessary facet, as long as hope outweighs it.

My dreams and ambitions kept me company on the way there, and despair and regret were passengers on my return trip. I should have ridden a horse and not bothered with all that.

We have to go into the despair and go beyond it, by working and doing for somebody else, by using it for something else.

The only real laughter comes from despair.

I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing

When the expected occurred, never panic, by keep calming, you gain control over the situation.

Let go of all your pain. May your heart be open to healing.

He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy...

How can I be lost, if I’ve got nowhere to go?

In all things it is better to hope than to despair

…I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness – now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? …

When we are young we fear we are not alone in the dark, When we grow up we fear we are

No parent should have to bury a child … No mother should have to bury a son. Mothers are not meant to bury sons. It is not in the natural order of things.I buried my...

Now I want you to remember something because I don’t think we shall meet again very soon. It is this; however fashionable despair about the world and about people may be at present, and however...

Real terror is a crippling experience. You sweat so much that your skin goes all wrinkly like when you’ve been in the bath all afternoon. And then the scent of your sweat changes. It smells...

In life you need either inspiration or desperation.

Say something, Will.”But there was nothing to say. There was only emptiness, as there had been before her. As there would always be.’I have lost everything’, Will thought. ‘Everything.

There is absolutely no worse death curse than the humdrum daily existence of the living dead.

I think if Eternity held torment, its form would not be fiery rack, nor its nature, despair. I think that on a certain day amongst those days which never dawned, and will not set, an...

Is not prayer the intensely personal struggle within each disciple, and among us collectively, to resist the despair and distractions that cause us to practice unbelief, to abandon or avoid the way of Jesus?

When I’m lonely I stand in the corner and play my saxophone and feel sorry for myself. I would ask you to accompany me on the piano, but if I did that I wouldn’t be...

It ended by my almost believing (perhaps actually believing) that this was perhaps my normal condition. But at first, in the beginning, what agonies I endured in that struggle! I did not believe it was...

But like a boat with a twisted rudder, I kept coming back to the same place. I wasn’t going anywhere. I was myself, waiting on the shore for me to return. Was that so depressing?Who...

One can’t always satisfy oneself, I suppose; it’s other people one can’t satisfy. One thinks one’s way of life is sound and then comes an external vision to say: you are a fake, you are...

New hope, new adventure.