Best 358 quotes in «hopeless quotes» category

The hopeless grief of those poor colored people affected me more than almost anything else.

The doctrine of grace and redemption keeps us from seeing any person or situation as hopeless.

The imitator dooms himself to hopeless mediocrity. The inventor did it because it was natural to him, and so in him it has a charm. In the imitator something else is natural, and he bereaves himself of his own beauty, to come short of another man's.

The hopeless don't revolt, because revolution is an act of hope.

Theirs is an endless road, a hopeless maze, who seek for goods before they seek for God.

The imitator dooms himself to hopeless mediocrity.

There are people who not only strive to remain static themselves, but strive to keep everything else so... their position is almost laughably hopeless.

The profoundly humorous writers are humorous because they are responsive to the hopeless, uncouth, concatenations of life.

There is no more futile punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

There are no hopeless situations, sweetheart, only people who have grown hopeless about them. You still have choices you can make.

There is some music that's truly dark, in that it's dark in terms of hopeless. But then again, the act of hope is just making the work of art.

There is not racial or ethnic domination of hopelessness. It's everywhere.

The situation is hopeless, we must take the next step.

The reason I never give up hope is because everything is so basically hopeless.

There's no difference between a pessimist who says, "Oh it's hopeless, so don't bother doing anything." and an optimist who says, "Don't bother doing anything, it's going to turn out fine anyways. Either way, nothing happens.

The world will be brighter and wiser without religions, but it will surely be darker and more hopeless without God!

We are assumed to be rather hopeless - swallowed up by incorrect notions, divorced from the original genius with which we are born, lost within days of living this distracting life.

Values unrelated to modern reality are not just electorally hopeless, the values themselves become devalued. They have no purchase on the real world.

We feel like there are way too many problems in the world, and there's nothing we can do to solve them. We forget how to be compassionate and start to feel hopeless.

Twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death

We muckraked, not because we hated our world, but because we loved it. We were not hopeless, we were not cynical, we were not bitter.

We found love in a hopeless place.

We measure our success of love in the images of love. But those images are static. And it's a hopeless project, because our love will never be like that image. The actual reality of love in our lives is much more chaotic.

With God life is an endless hope. Without God, life is a hopeless end.

When you go to Washington and get off at Union Station, as I sometimes do, and see the Capitol building, I get this hopeless feeling that comes over me.

You can always find contradictions and hope, in hopeless circumstances, and a sense of redemption in somebody who makes the same mistake, over and over. So far, so good. That's how I put it.

Without Montreal, Canada would be hopeless.

You can always find some expert who will say something hopelessly hopeless about anything.

Your situation and prospects only seem hopeless because you have ideas of hope. Knock off that hope and the crippling feelings of helplessness go with it.

A broom that was almost never used was leaned up against the wall. He took it and started to sweep. Dust flew up his nose. When he had been sweeping for a while he realised he had no dustpan. He swept the pile of dust under the couch. Better to have a little shit in the corners than a clean hell. He flipped through the pages of a porno, put it back. Wound his scarf around his neck until his head felt like it was about to explode, released it. Got up and took a few steps on the rug. Sank to his knees, prayed to god.

Ağzıma o kadar odaklanmıştı ki, okuduğumun tek kelimesini bile duymadığını düşünüyordum. Kitabı kapatıp karnıma koydum. Kitabı kapattığımın bile farkında olduğunu sanmıyordum. "Neden konuşmayı kestin?" dedi, ne ifadesi değişmiş ne de bakışlarını dudaklarımdan ayırmıştı. "Konuşmak mı?" diye sordum merakla. "Holder, kitap okuyorum. Arada fark var. Ve görünüşe bakılırsa, hiç dikkat etmiyorsun." Gözlerimin içine bakıp sırıttı. "Ah, dikkat ediyorum," dedi. "Dudaklarına. Ağzından çıkan kelimelere dikkat etmemiş olabilirim, ama dudaklarına kesinlikle dikkat ediyordum.

A happy ending. Huh. I thought that was why we were here. Now. Five hundred years into Earth’s future. So we could start over, and live happily-ever-after. It wasn’t turning out that way, was it?

You'll never convince me there is a hopeless situation or there is any finality in any success or any failure.

A homeless with hope is in a better situation than a hopeless with home!

A guy with no will to live isn't worth killing.

All chances of happiness are gone from me. Just being with myself is hell all the time anyway.

A life of madness I have been living for fifteen years. I have thrown away everything I had, my devoted wife, two lovely children, my family, my wealth on a hopeless passion. My love that once glowed like a warm flame is gone. A fire burns inside me now. My love, instead of being upheld has been cast aside like dirt. I can weep all I want out of rage and self-loathing but the world will only laugh at the sight of me.

An atheist is someone who is disappointed in his search of god. He is a man who strongly needed god but couldn't find him. Atheism is a cry of despair

All the morning since he got up he had been trying to fight through his duties—leaning against a hope—a hope that first had bowed, and then had broke as soon as he really tried its weight.

And another way of explaining it is to say that shit happens, and there's no space too small, too dark and airless and fucking hopeless, for people to crawl into.

And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again.

And looking up at him right now, half of me doesn't even want to fight him. I don’t know if I should scream for help or rip off my clothes.

And with that, I’m going to crawl into bed and try to erase all that has happened today.

And then Elena's dog ate her bacon. She had heated up a slice of bacon on a paper towel, put it on the table, and turned to open the fridge. The dog swallowed the bacon and the paper towel. She stared at the dog, its expression smug, and all the frustrations of her life boiled up in her head. A dog eating her bacon, a dog eating her bacon while she was jobless.

And what if Miriam and I were never to be reconciled?

At that moment when you feel like giving up, take a look and search deep inside in oder to understand how far you've come. Don't give up now! Success is right around the corner.

Are you a witch?

Autumn is a season of desperate hopes. The leaves are souls begging to turn life on pause. Begging to stop, begging to take a break, hiding under smiles and childish words.

A voteless people is a hopeless people.

[...] Because I want your first kiss to be the best first kiss in the history of first kisses.