He pried Clara's arms loose and stood up, smoothing his wrinkled coat. Clara looked straight into his face. Her eyelids were red, but her gaze was like a lance. Dr. Wintermute had a sudden, uncomfortable conviction that she had seen into his soul. It was a look he was to remember often in the weeks to come.
Laura Amy SchlitzMots clés despair
Regret is her companion and the one who whispers to her often. She has even let hope die and that brings about despair.
Donna Lynn HopeMots clés despair depression regret
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.
Mots clés wisdom success loss despair self value becoming-a-copy self-loss
Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.
Ashly LorenzanaMots clés nature sadness despair winter trees metaphor symbolism depression snow hopelessness leaves blizzard
I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.
Ashly LorenzanaMots clés poetry sadness despair winter depression snow hopelessness coldness falling bleakness falling-apart rhyming
I'm pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls.
Ashly LorenzanaMots clés poetry frost lost sadness despair winter bitterness hopelessness coldness pearls
Was that what it was really like to be alive? The feeling of darkness dragging you forward?
How could they live with it? And yet they did, and even seemed to find enjoyment in it, when surely the only sensible course would be to despair. Amazing. To feel you were a tiny living thing, sandwiched between two cliffs of darkness. How could they stand to be alive?
Mots clés life death despair darkness
A carpet of despair which lay underneath the levels of fury.
Lionel ShriverMots clés despair fury hiding-our-inner-desires kevin lionel-shriver
Although secular fundamentalist “progressives” might believe in a future “golden age,” such an age does not exist. The future that they herald is merely one of gathering gloom and ever darkening clouds. This fate has ever been so for those who proclaim their “Pride.” They have nothing to expect in the future but their fall.
As for the Christian, he has nothing to fear but his falling into the pride of despair. If he avoids becoming despondent and retains his humility, he will receive the gift of hope which is its fruit. Where there is hope there is the Way, the Truth and the Life.
Mots clés despair humility hope
مليت من نصحك
ولعلمك
لو سبتك غرقان ف طموحك
مين بس يرسيك على بر
الهامر اللي بتخطف عينك
أبدا مش ليك.
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