Despair Quotes

Hope is a better friend than despair.

I may not understand all what God does, but I sure of His faithfulness.

Happiness is a state of mental, physical and spiritual well-being. Think pleasantly, engaged sport and read daily to enhance your well-being.

May your life overflow with hope through the power of the Holy Spirit.

Hope is a pillar of faith. It is pillar which holds our desired dreams.

Hope is assurance of the promise..

Help me, ” I sobbed. “I beg you, help me.” My eyes burned, butno tears came. I had lost the basic human ability to weep. Human…Iam no longer human. “Destroy me. Take pity and send me on my way.

It had been so long since she had felt anything.

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

The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.

Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.

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

Despair leads to distress.

To failure at something is an attempt to succeed

Sometimes adversity becomes the fuel in which we run on.

I keep my hope alive.

Must it so be that whatever makes man happy must later become the source of his misery?

There lives a weeperin each of us-a silent mourner honoring our despairwhen our willingness slain by helplessness continues to resurrect to be slaughtered again

That house was no longer my home.

This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness

the path is lost, and I’ve become part of the wreckage − another meaningless casualty.

Things are not as they seem. You do not understand. There is no escape. This is all there is.” I had never seen eyes filled with so much sadness.

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.

I sometimes wish I could spontaneously combust. Burn until nothing but ash is left, to be washed away by the wind and the rain.

She became the bad company that she kept.

She searched her mind for a single day when it had felt good to be alive. There must have been one, surely?

I'm pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls.

Sadness is the ambrosia of all art.

Man may fail you. But God will never forsake you.

You can find hope in despair. Dwell on positive thoughts.

They torture us but could not kill our spirit. We have greater divine power, guiding and protecting us.

Life is must be filled with endless hope.

'Maybe you out to go back there.' 'Can't. Gotta stay where... where I know what's w

Do not give up. Be strong!

Don’t worry. Cast your anxieties upon the Lord!

Always look ahead with great hope and believe in timeless possibilities.

Hope is the damnedest of all feckless emotions.

the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings

Let your heart be an infant of hope not an adult of despair.

O Lord point the right path for me to walk on it.

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

Death has become so predictable that I have neither the youthful reverence of it nor the middle-age fear.

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.

...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? ...

...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...

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.

I felt as though the vessel if my suffering had become empty, as if nothing could interest me now. I had lost even the ability to suffer.

There is no shadow without the sun.No suffering without divinity.No fear without love.No despair without desire.No hopelessness without faith.

She was half running away from the hall, and she knew that she had done something cataclysmic, and she wanted nothing more than to be swallowed up by the darkness and to disappear forever.

To toil, to think, to long, to grieve, —Is such my future fate?The morn was dreary, must the eveBe also desolate?