Quotes about Despair

In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray, Gone from the path direct.

There will come into every life moments of despair and the need for direction from a divine source-even an unspoken plea for help.

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forgetWhat thou among the leaves hast never known,The weariness, the fever, and the fretHere, where men sit and hear each other groan;Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,Where youth grows pale, and specter-thin, and dies;Where but to think is to be full of sorrowAnd leaden-eyed despairs.

There is no hopelessness so sad as that of early youth, when the soul is made up of wants, and has no long memories, no superadded life in the life of others; though we who looked on think lightly of such premature despair, as if our vision of the future lightened the blind sufferer's present.

There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair.

Sin is in itself separation from the good, but despair over sin is separation a second time.

Wretched, ephemeral race, children of chance and tribulation, why do you force me to tell you the very thing which it would be most profitable for you not to hear? The very best thing is utterly beyond your reach: not to have been born, not to be, to be nothing. However, the second best thing for you is: to die soon

The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair.

We reach. We gasp. And what is left in our hands at the end? A shadow. Or a worse than a shadow - misery.

There is not a single human being who does not despair at least a little, in whose innermost being there does not dwell an uneasiness, an unquiet, a discordance, an anxiety in the face of an unknown something.

Depression is very real. It'll back you into a dark room, slap you across the face, spit in your eyes, scream in your ears, and punch you in the gut - Until you give in.

Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace and rest can never dwell, hope never comes that comes to all.