Welcome to our collection of quotes on Despair. Despair is a powerful and complex emotion that can consume us when we feel overwhelmed by sadness, hopelessness, and a lack of purpose. It is a state of mind that can make us question the meaning of life and our own existence.
In this category, you will find a diverse range of quotes that encapsulate the essence of despair. Some quotes may explore the depths of despair, offering a poignant reflection on the human condition and the struggles we face. Others may provide a glimmer of hope or words of wisdom to help navigate through the darkest moments.
These quotes serve as a reminder that despair is a universal experience and that we are not alone in our feelings. They offer solace, understanding, and even inspiration for those who may be going through challenging times. Whether you are seeking comfort, searching for answers, or simply looking for a deeper understanding of despair, you are sure to find something meaningful within this collection.
So, take a moment to explore these thought-provoking quotes on despair, and may they provide you with insights, empathy, and a renewed sense of resilience.
That was the day my whole world went black. Air looked black. Sun looked black. I laid up in bed and stared at the black walls of my house….Took three months before I even looked out the window, see the world still there. I was surprised to see the world didn’t stop.
Days and nights passed over this despair of flesh, but one morning he awoke, looked (with calm now) at the blurred things that lay about him, and felt, inexplicably, the way one might feel upon recognizing a melody or a voice, that all this had happened to him before and that he had faced it with fear but also with joy and hopefulness and curiosity. Then he descended into his memory, which seemed to him endless, and managed to draw up from that vertigo the lost remembrance that gleamed like a coin in the rain - perhaps because he had never really looked at it except (perhaps) in a dream.
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
When writing goes painfully, when it’s hideously difficult, and one feels real despair (ah, the despair, silly as it is, is real!)–then naturally one ought to continue with the work; it would be cowardly to retreat. But when writing goes smoothly–why then one certainly should keep on working, since it would be stupid to stop. Consequently one is always writing or should be writing.
