Hope transcends everything. It goes beyond all doubts. It silences fear. It quiets despair.
Nikki RosenMots clés fear doubt silence despair hope quiet fears
Having no intercourse with anyone, she lived in the torpid state of a sleep-walker.
Gustave FlaubertMots clés despair
Our measure of hope is in direct proportion to our ability to conquer hopelessness.
LeeAnn TaylorMots clés fear life love world humanity spiritual despair hope triumph defeat hopelessness conquer redeem
Have you ever felt happy and miserable at the same time?” I sighed.
“Yes.” Hutch sat up. He threw the covers back and got out of bed. He opened up the blinds sending rays of bright sunlight into his room. “But I got over it. I figured out no matter how much I worried about it nothing ever changed.
Poetry has its uses for despair. It can carve a shape in which a pain can seem to be; it can give one’s loss a form and dimension so that it might be loss and not simply a hopeless haunting. It can do these things for one person, or it can do them for an entire culture. But poetry is for psychological, spiritual, or emotional pain. For physical pain it is, like everything but drugs, useless.
Christian WimanMots clés pain poetry despair physical-pain
What is the nature of the search? you ask. The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life. To become aware of the search is to be onto something. Not to be onto something is to be in despair.
Walker PercyJe pensais de meme que notre jeunesse etait finie et le bonheur manqué.
I thought too that our youth was over and we had failed to find happiness.
Mots clés age melancholy despair french dejection youth-is-temporary
Not now.It's too late.It was always too late.
Sidney SheldonMots clés despair
How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go?
MetallicaMots clés doubt lost despair nowhere
The light in that room was a glow; I seem to remember the color green, or perhaps flowers. A pale green sheet covered his inert body but not his head, which lay (eyes closed, mouth set in a tense and terrible grimace) unmoving. Gianluca. Barely able to see, barely able to stand - my knees kept buckling – and breathing so quietly I thought that I, too, might die; that out of shock, I would just drift away, the shell of my body cracking open. No longer anchored by my brother’s love, I would be reabsorbed by sky. Gianluca. If there was never another sound in the world, I would understand – yes, that would be appropriate, it would be fitting. This was the antithesis of music, the antithesis of noise. My brother’s death seemed to demand silence of all the world. Gianluca.
Antonella Gambotto-BurkeMots clés loss despair mourning suicide grief depression bereavement identification heartbreak gassing morgue viewing asphyxiation helium-suicide sibling-loss
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