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Waking among the dead, one wondered if one was still alive. And yet real despair only seized us later. Afterwards. As we emerged from the nightmare and began to search for meaning.
— Despair
Waking among the dead, one wondered if one was still alive. And yet real despair only seized us later. Afterwards. As we emerged from the nightmare and began to search for meaning.
Because I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair. I remember the killers, I remember the victims, even as I struggle to invent a thousand and one reasons to hope.
I will indulge my sorrows, and give wayTo all the pangs and fury of despair.
Despair of ever being saved, "except thou be born again," or of seeing God "without holiness," or of having part in Christ except thou "love him above father, mother, or thy own life." This kind of despair is one of the first steps to heaven.
The world goes whispering to its own,My days go on, my days go on.
The name of the Slough was Despond.
The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
Darkness our guide, Despair our leader was.
Night was our friend, our leader was Despair.
Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spiritThat fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly.But, bear-like, I must fight the course.
For nothing canst thou to damnation addGreater than that.
Discomfort guides my tongueAnd bids me speak of nothing but despair.
Oh, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
Thou tyrant!To nothing but despair.
* * * then black despair,Over the world in which I moved alone.
Alas for him who never seesAcross the mournful marbles play!
Mr. Fearing had, I think, a slough of despond in his mind, a slough that he carried everywhere with him, or else he could never have been as he was.
Despair is the damp of hell; rejoicing is the serenity of heaven.
Disordered nerves are the origin of much religious despair, when the individual does not suspect it; and then the body and mind have a reciprocal influence upon each other, and it is difficult to tell which influences the other most. The physician is often blamed, when the fault lies with the minister. Depression never benefits body or soul. We are saved by hope.
It is impossible for that man to despair who remembers that his Helper is omnipotent.
Every man who has rotted here over the centuries has looked up to the light and imagined climbing to freedom. So easy... So simple... And like shipwrecked men turning to sea water from uncontrollable thirst, many have died trying. I learned here that there can be no true despair without hope.
Because thou must not dream, thou needst not then despair!
The very knowledge that he lived in vain,Had made Despair a smilingness assume.
Despair is like forward children, who, when you take away one of their playthings, throw the rest into the fire for madness. It grows angry with itself, turns its own executioner, and revenges its misfortunes on its own head.
Despair is the conclusion of fools.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim.
Me miserable! which way shall I flyTo which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
IT'S BETTER TO DIE IN THE FLESH OF HOPETHAN TO LIVE IN THE SLIMNESS OF DESPAIR.
Come, come, whoever you are.Come, come again, come.
Only on the firm foundation of unyielding despair, can the soul's habitation henceforth be safely built.
If either the absence or the presence of novelty is equally annoying, it would hardly seem that either could be the true cause of despair.
Human life begins on the far side of despair.
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;Find in myself no pity to myself?
Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant race. As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in despair, so an unsuccessful author turns critic.
I believe in evil. It is the property of all those who are certain of truth. Despair and fanaticism are only differing manifestations of evil.
Let despair be known where trust may take root and grow.
I can endure my own despair,But not another’s hope.
