Best 358 quotes in «hopeless quotes» category

Better to rest in peace than rot in pieces

Burada olduğu için ona kızgındım, ama en çok da burada olmasını istediğim için kendime kızıyordum. Ona bağırmayı ve gitmesini söylemeyi ne kadar istesem de, kendimi beni biraz daha sıkmasını isterken buluyordum. Kollarını etrafıma dolayıp beni hiç bırakmamasını istiyordum, çünkü ait olduğu yer burasıydı ve beni yine terk etmesinden korkuyordum.

Bu beni öldürüyor, çünkü senin için hissettiklerimi bilmeden bir gün daha geçirmeni istemiyorum. Ama sana âşık olduğumu söylemeye hazır değilim, çünkü âşık değilim. Henüz değil. Ama bu hissettiğim her neyse hoşlanmaktan çok daha fazla. Çok daha fazla. Son birkaç haftadır bunu anlamaya çalışıyordum. Neden tarif edebileceğim başka bir kelime olmadığını düşünüyordum. Sana tam olarak ne hissettiğimi söylemeyi istiyorum, ama lanet olası sözlükte hoşlanmak ve sevmek arasındaki noktayı tarif edebilecek bir kelime yok, ve o kelimeye ihtiyacım var. İhtiyacım var, çünkü söylediğimi duymanı istiyorum.” Yaşamak. Kelime sanki hep orada, sözlükte ait olduğu yerde, hoşlanmak ve sevmek arasına saklı kalmıştı. “Yaşamak,” dedim. "Bu kelimeyi kullanabilirsin." "Seni yaşıyorum, Sky" dedi dudaklarıma doğru. "Seni doya doya yaşıyorum.

But what if hope had a threshold? What if there was a limit to it? What if each of us was only given a certain amount and mine was used up?

... but I could also write about love. How a hand can silence thousands of voices and how someone’s smell can make you feel at home even though you’re a million miles away from home and have you ever hurt someone you love? Because you’re angry. Because you’re disappointed and sad and you just really wanted to love and be loved in return but life got in the way and you both said things that should never be said and you’re angry but don’t know how to. Because you still feel this strange love for him, but you’re also fucking angry and you want to hit him, but then hug him because hurting him is hurting yourself, and then hit him again because you’re angry! and so you fall on your knees because you’re hopeless to yourself and your own emotions and that’s love, my friend.

Cuando un chico ama a una chica, especialmente a su hermana, se supone que sabe qué la hace reír y qué la hace llorar.

Clinging to the rags I had left, I gazed out upon the full breadth of the Furnace and shook at what I saw. The world had been wiped clean of all trace of humanity. Sharp sandstone peaks protruded into the gray sky like a humped backbone, spilling into vast seas of sand on either side. Boulders and driftwood, the castaways of some bygone mountain, cast the only disruption upon the land. And I realized—no sun crossed the sky; there was only constant, lingering grayness.

Death” is never an end, but a To Be Continued...

Declined. I went inside to pay cash. This had happened before, but not often. There was something about that word that sucked the self-respect out of your soul. This time it sucked out all my hope as well.

Do me a favor?” Anything. I’ll do anything you ask me to, so long as you’re shirtless.

Don’t, Mom.” I begin walking toward her, but I can see the mist forming in her eyes. “No, no, no.” By the time I reach her, it’s too late. She’s bawling. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s crying. Not because it makes me emotional, but because it annoys the hell out of me. And it’s awkward.

You fell asleep right when she was about to find out her mother’s secret. How dare you. I’ll be back tomorrow night so you can finish reading it to me. And by the way, you have really bad breath and you snore way too loud.

Don't create unbelief or doubt in people's minds. When you do so you ruin their lives and you have nothing to give them in its place. It's ok if people delude themselves; those delusions keep their day running.

È molto più facile vivere una vita priva di senso piuttosto che dire 'vaffanculo' e andarsene.

Don’t curse the gods; you will feel shame when you have to call on them for help

Each mind conceives god in its own way. There may be as many variation of the god figure as there are people in the world

God has not yet revealed himself to no one in no unclear terms. Religions are attempts to find him; on that level they are all equal

For all the alcoholics and addicts out there, you are loved, stopped being so stubborn and come in from the cold. Wherever you are, there is a brighter light in your sight. Move towards it every day, and keep moving towards it. Even the worst and strongest addiction is a choice—a choice not to fight, to give up, to indulge the impulse, or instead to accept the hands offered you to help, even from strangers, even from the state. Don’t hate those who gave up on you, it wasn’t their fault, you just wore them down. Show them they were wrong about you. Your troubles are meant to mold you into something better, not destroy you, so FIGHT! Another day comes for the better if you’re standing in the right spot for it to hit you. Find the right spot and stay there until it does.

Even in the middle of a hopeless darkness a light may suddenly reach you; keep your hope tightly and this great hope of yours will strongly attract the light onto you!

Gone are the summer days and my mind along with them. No longer will I indulge in hopes of getting you back. It is hope that makes these chains heavier and autumnal nights longer. I will merely serve as a memory to you: the lover that recited love poems. I must go now and I urge you not to look back.

He places his palm over my heart, then pulls my hand to his chest over his own heart. He lowers his eyes to my level, ensuring I’m here with him, giving him my complete attention. “Fuck all the firsts, Sky. The only thing that matters to me with you are the forevers.

He knew that, from now on, every day would be alike, that they would all bring the same sufferings. And he saw the weeks, the months, the years that awaited him, gloomy and implacable, coming one after the other, falling on him and suffocating him bit by bit. When the future is without hope, the present takes on a vile, bitter taste.

He pulled my skirt up. I began to worry. Everyone knew he had broken in girls before and I didn't want it to happen to me. I said, 'No. Get off, please.' He pulled me down the alley and pushed me to the ground. As I lay on my back worrying about my new blue coat, he pushed his fingers up between my legs — and rammed himself into me. I was crying. His lips were pressed against mine but I was motionless, like a small corpse. He grunted and I knew it was over. He got up, I just lay there on the ground, my tights round my ankles. The clock was striking twelve. As he walked away, he turned and said, 'I've always wanted to do it to you. I like your mouth'. When I got in, my mum said, 'Tracey, what's wrong with you?' I showed her my coat, the dirt and the stains, and told her 'I'm not a virgin any more.' She didn't call the police or make any fuss. She just washed my coat and everything carried on as normal, as though nothing had happened. But for me, my childhood was over, I had become conscious of my physicality, aware of my presence and open to the ugly truths of the world. At the age of thirteen, I realised that there was a danger in innocence and beauty, and I could not live with both. (describing childhood rape)

He never looks away, searching my eyes for truth. His reaction has left my heart pounding, shocked at how quick he was to dismiss any fault I may have had. I wish he was just as quick to dismiss his own faults, but he isn't.

He flashes me his dimple-laden grin, and I faint.   No… literally. I fainted.

He’s quiet for a minute, then grins again. “I can’t believe you think I’m hot.” “Shut up.” “You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms.” “Shut up.” “I’ll bet you fantasize about me at night, right here in this bed.” “Shut up, Holder.” “You probably even…” I reach over and clamp my hand over his mouth. “You’re way hotter when you aren’t speaking.

He's holding onto me, but this time it feels like he's holding onto me because his earth has shifted off its axis, and I'm his core.

Holder. He says I can't date her." I begin walking toward class and Breckin falls into step with me. "Why not? Because you're an asshole?" I stop and look at him. "I'm an asshole?" Breckin nods. "Yeah. I thought you knew that.

Hope is a door left unlatched in a high wind banging and banging itself to pieces.

Hope, in general, is dangerous. Hope can be the loose thread that pulls apart your sanity.

...hope is never wasted. Even if what I hoped for did not come to fruition as I had imagined, as I had hoped. Hope is placing the beautifully vulnerable parts of ourselves, our raw selves, into His hands. I believe hope moves His heart; but hope also moves our hearts into His hands. Hope builds trust.

Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.

Hopeless creatures, the lot of you.

Hope lies beyond inaction! When inaction ends, hope rises like the sun! Inertia is the enemy of hope!

Hopelessness is advance failure in a disguised envelope. People are crippled to have bed-ridden dreams just because they don't believe they can take progressive steps with those dreams.

I am afraid a monster is grown that will devour all of us. Yet we must fight him.

i am hopelessly in love with a moment that has not come yet it exists somewhere some place just not here just not now

Hope is a curious thing. You always seem to loose it when you most need it.

I am mad at you, Holder,” I say with an unsteady, but sure voice. “But no matter how mad I’ve been, I never for one second stopped wanting you here with me.

I didn’t want to fall in love. Looking at you gave me chills and kissing you made my knees weak. You made flowers grow and fill the space in my lungs which made it impossible for me to breathe. I’m trying to drench the memories and the blood that once pumped through my veins has been replaced with alcohol. My teeth has shattered from all the whiskey bottles and every morning I awake to throw up the poison I swallowed the night before as a hopeless attempt to forget the taste of your lips. I keep hearing the sound of your voice calling out my name as if it’s something I’m not allowed to forget.

I continue to exist, and he continues to exist,but we don’t exist together.

I don’t see how anyone can find happiness in this world.

If being beautiful guarantees "Forever with You" I'll do whatever it takes.

I don't know how this hopeless boy weaseled his way into my life this week, but I know I'm definitely not ready for him to leave.

I cry even harder, thinking of how it could have been, of how I thought it would be. For the first time, I want to give up, to die, because suddenly everything is too much and there is no solution in sight.

If people feel lost and alone and helpless and broken and hopeless today, what will it be like if the world really begins to come apart at the hinges?

I felt ancient and exhausted. I felt like a prisoner within myself and as if I was just watching a movie that was playing before my eyes. I just wanted all of it to end and disappear; I wanted to disappear.

I felt angry, frustrated. I felt I didn't belong, not in my, church, not in my home, not in my skin.

I grab the pillows off the bed and chuck them at the reflection in the mirror of the girl I no longer know. I watch as the girl in the mirror stares back at me, sobbing pathetically. The weakness in her tears infuriates me.

I have no use for these other loves. Seal them shut in jars and place them in the pantry. A reserve of love. Thank them for their love. They are so kind. Perhaps store them in the fridge For others to take. They say love is a panacea. I know it is not. Flakes of snow, no two are alike. When I am down on my knees, hopeless and angry, for the world no longer makes sense, I won't look in the pantry or fridge. It is your hand pressing on my shoulder that makes me whole, makes me forget. What trouble? What world?