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But children can tell when love has been lost, they know when silence means peace and when it's a sign of despair.

But if a person has never experienced true despair, she grows old never knowing how to evaluate where she is in life; never understanding what joy really is.

But hope, I can tell you, is an exhausting emotion; perhaps, along with fear, the most exhausting of all. It is like juggling eggs: the hope is the shell, and inside is despair. A single crack and the despair might spill everywhere, stain everything.

But if a person hasn't ever experienced true despair, she grows old never knowing how to evaluate where she is in life; never understanding what joy really is. I'm grateful for it.

But I did feel the vertigo of death’s invitation, beckoning me towards the dark waters below. Only a newfound perspective and desire steadied my wavering soul. I came to realize, just in time, that suicide was far too easy – and obscenely cowardly – after someone I knew, not even half my age, had been through so much worse and still marched gloriously on.

But I stayed up thinking about how I've been lying to him, no less than I lie to myself in my pre-sleep ritual. And I lied to him again just as we were growing more intimate than ever and he asked me about my scar.

…but it is in despair that the most burning pleasures occur, especially when one is all too highly conscious of the hopelessness of one’s position.

…but it is in despair that the most burning pleasures occur…

But I want to give in to it sometimes, only because I'm tired and the feeling that I've had for a while-that something is haunting me down-becomes all consuming and I'm frightened that one morning there will be not enough to keep me going.

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 knows? Maybe that was 'despair.' What Turgenev called 'disillusionment.' Or Dostoyevsky, 'hell.' Or Somerset Maugham, 'reality.' Whatever the label, I figured it was me.

But she knew, though very vaguely, that she was crying, because hope hurts terribly when it breaks through the resignation in which you have lived for days.

Butterfly There is beauty both inside and outside of the cocoon that pushed you to grow Through darkness and dysfunction, depth and despair A vivid light splits through and steals you away When you get comfortable with your own messy and beautiful self Nothing and no-one can block you You finally see your truth You fall in line with the beat of your own vibration You come out of your cocoon A gorgeous butterfly

But then, as I looked in the mirror, I became fixated on some hairs near my carotid artery that were still there. I pushed the blade deep against my neck to shave them off, and then blood squirted out.

But there are tears in my eyes and then I can’t stop crying, stood there on that practice pitch in the dark, the tears rolling down my bloody cheeks, for once in my fucking life glad that I’m alone.

But the sound of despair is never pleasant; it sounds suspiciously like lying.

But when they made love he was offended by her eyes. They behaved as though they belonged to someone else. Someone watching. Looking out of the window at the sea. At a boat in the river. Or a passerby in the mist in a hat. He was exasperated because he didn't know what that look meant. He put it somewhere between indifference and despair. He didn’t know that in some places, like the country that Rahel came from, various kinds of despair competed for primacy. And that personal despair could never be desperate enough. That something happened when personal turmoil dropped by at the wayside shrine of the vast, violent, circling, driving, ridiculous, insane, unfeasible, public turmoil of a nation. That Big God howled like a hot wind, and demanded obeisance. Then Small God (cozy and contained, private and limited) came away cauterized, laughing numbly at his own temerity. Inured by the confirmation of his own inconsequence, he became resilient and truly indifferent. Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered, the less it mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace, Worse Things kept happening. So Small God laughed a hollow laugh, and skipped away cheerfully. Like a rich boy in shorts. He whistled, kicked stones. The source of his brittle elation was the relative smallness of his misfortune. He climbed into people’s eyes and became an exasperating expression.

By seeing the multitude of people around it, by being busied with all sorts of worldly affairs, by being wise to the ways of the world, such a person forgets himself, in a divine sense forgets his own name, dares not believe in himself, finds being himself too risky, finds it much easier and safer to be like the others, to become a copy, a number, along with the crowd. Now this form of despair goes practically unnoticed in the world. Precisely by losing oneself in this way, such a person gains all that is required for a flawless performance in everyday life, yes, for making a great success out of life. Here there is no dragging of the feet, no difficulty with his self and its infinitizing, he is ground smooth as a pebble, as exchangeable as a coin of the realm. Far from anyone thinking him to be in despair, he is just what a human being ought to be. Naturally, the world has generally no understanding of what is truly horrifying.

Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:

Carved deep into my veins but didn't bleed Overdosed on sleeping pills but didn't sleep When your heart is heavy, it gets increasingly harder to breathe Clearly there's a God But why has he forsaken me?

Challenges are part of life; We weaken our spirit, when we act in fear and lose hope. But we strengthen our spirit, when we fearlessly with faith and hope, rise up to meet and conquer the challenges.

Challenges are part of life. Overcoming them makes you a stronger person.

[Charles] Nodier’s later view was that fantasy reconciles men to their fate. Fantasy and the taste for chimeras, he wrote, are symptoms of a time of political decay and transition, when the unpleasant realities of political life are too hard to bear. They serve a useful purpose in that they give men hope when scepticism and disillusion would otherwise drive them to despair.

Christianity sees in the picture of Jesus as the Christ a human life in which all forms of anxiety are present but in which all forms of despair are absent.

Circumvent negative influences, circumstances and people.

Christ! What are patterns for?

Colonialism had its way with making us believe we were inadequate, if we mimicked the lifestyle and values it upheld, we were embraced with open arms. - “Vindication Across Time

Courage lightens distress, hope alleviates grief, doubt aggravates affliction, fear worsens anguish, worry magnifies misery, and faith overthrows despair.

Conventions are, indeed, all that shield us from the shivering void, though often they do so but poorly and desperately.

Could one that's damned stand in high Heaven, even there He'd feel within himself all Hell and Hell's despair.

Crazed with helplessness, I cursed God and wept, wondering if he wept also.

Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand For I am drowning in a stormier sea Than Simon on thy lake of Galilee: The wine of life is spilt upon the sand, My heart is as some famine-murdered land Whence all good things have perished utterly, And well I know my soul in Hell must lie If this night before God's throne should stand.

Cos every breath is unbearably painful

Courage is not the absence of fear or despair; it is the capacity to continue on despite them, no matter how great or overwhelming they become.

Cultivate interests. Interests are a shield against despair.

Dancing in the rain is better than despairing in the storm.

Dantès n'avait point changé de place. Une main de fer semblait l'avoir cloué à l'endroit où la veille il s'était arrêté: seulement son oeil profond se cachait sous une enflure causée par la vapeur humide de ses larmes. Il était immobile et regardait la terre.

Dare to try again when you failure.

Darling, I don't want you; I've got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don't want the whole of anyone. I haven't wanted to hurt you; I haven't wanted to touch you in any way. When I try and show you the truth I fill you with such despair. Life is so much more impossible than you think.

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

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 world in which nothing counted but brutal might, an order devised by those who possessed it for the subjugation of those who did not.

Death finds you in such strange poses. How long can you cry, until the rivers gone and dry.

Despair is something horribly simple.

Deep despair, dear Lord, deep despair My heart yearns to be your heir But my prayer remains unheard Speak to me that I may hear And I will know that you can hear Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus , deep despair ! Deep despair, dear Lord, deep despair Your voice I wait to hear Your presence I seek to be near That I may not live with fear And I will always be your heir Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair! Deep despair, dear Lord , deep despair When expectations become desperation May your might be my light That I may see you as my guide And do all things in your might Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair ! Deep despair, dear Lord , deep despair May I know who You really are That I may know who I am really are As I stand between my me and where I want to be In a world that seeks hinder all I have to be Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair! Deep despair, dear Lord, deep despair When all hope is gone And all I have leave my hands May I smile for what you have done As You overcome condemnation with redemption Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair!

Deep despair, dear Lord, deep despair My heart yearns to be your heir But my prayer remains unheard Speak to me that I may hear And I will know that you can hear For I need to see you here! Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus , deep despair ! Deep despair, dear Lord, deep despair Your voice I wait to hear Your presence I seek to be near That I may not live with fear And I will always be your heir And never wander like the deer Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair! Deep despair, dear Lord , deep despair When expectations become desperation May your might be my light That I may see you as my guide And do all things in your might As I journey on with Thy light Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair ! Deep despair, dear Lord , deep despair May I know who You really are That I may know who I’m really are As I stand between here and there In a world that seeks to keep me here or there So I may not be your heir Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair! Deep despair, dear Lord, deep despair When all hope is gone And all otherwise thoughts have come May I smile for what you have done As You overcome condemnation with redemption And provide all needs for glorification! Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair!

Demonisk er bare noe sludder jeg fant for å berge livet i ham. Hadde jeg ikke så gjort, hadde det stakkars svinet bukket under i selvforakt og fortvilelse for mange herrens år siden.

Despair filled his skull even more tightly than his own brain. All around him cars filled with normal people perfectly unaware of the disease turning Perry's body inside out. Fucking normal people.

Despair is a cruel companion. It robs you of everything; especially the choices that still lie within your control.

Despair is not solid. Neither is joy. They alternate, and contain each other. There is no joy that is not also touched by sorrow, no grief that is not rendered sharper by the memory of bliss. If things move forward in one direction and not another, they do so by rolling there, passing through the same tight orbit, touching here an ecstasy, there another shattering loss.

Despair is the source of all evil

Despair is what happens when you think without acting.