#Despair Quotes

“All dark and comfortless.”

“O wretched state! o bosom black as death!”

“Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn.”

“O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!”

“Had I but died an hour before this chance,I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant,There's nothing serious in mortality:All is but toys; renown, and grace is dead;The wine of life is drawn, and the mere leesIs left this vault to brag of.”

“Tempt not a desperate man”

“I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.”

“Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.”

“So many miseries have craz'd my voice,That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.”

“Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.”

“And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray you, undo this button.”

“Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.”

“For now they kill me with a living death.”

“The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.”

“Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with thatAnd manage it against despairing thoughts.”

“Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.”

“Would I were dead, if God's good will were so,For what is in this world but grief and woe?”

“What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen,What old December's bareness everywhere!”

“Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves.”

“Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button.”

“The happiest youth, viewing his progress through,What perils past, what crosses to ensue,Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.”

“There's nothing in this world can make me joy.”

“Come away, come away, death,And in sad cypres let me be laid;Fly away, fly away, breath;I am slain by a fair cruel maid.”

“I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.”

“Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!”

“Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.”

“Our reliance on the physician is a kind of despair of ourselves.”

“I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.”

“This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.”

“O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell?”

“Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.”

“Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.”

“No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth”

“There is no creature loves me;And if I die, no soul will pity me.”

“I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;And if I die no soul will pity me:And wherefore should they, since that I myselfFind in myself no pity to myself?”

“I will despair, and be at enmityWith cozening hope.”

“It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.”

“Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but ay, And that bare vowel ay shall poison more Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice. I am not I,if there be such an ay, Or those eyes shut,that make thee answer ay: If he be slain say ay,or if not,no: Brief sounds,determine of my weal or woe.”

“The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape,In forms imaginary, th' unguided daysAnd rotten times that you shall look uponWhen I am sleeping with my ancestors.”

“At the depths of that dusty soul there is nothing but abject surrender.”

“And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!”

“This thought is as a death.”

“Despair and die. The ghosts”

“It is silliness to live when to live is torment.”

“Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,I had a beautiful friendAnd dreamed that the old despairWould end in love in the end.”

“What is hope but a feeling of optimism, a thought that says things will improve, it won't always be bleak, there's a way to rise above the present circumstances. Hope is an internal awareness that you do not have to suffer forever, and that somehow, somewhere there is a remedy for despair that you will come upon if you can only maintain this expectancy in your heart.”

“Discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speak of nothing but despair.”

“Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.”

“I would that I were low laid in my grave.I am not worth this coil that's made for me.”

“I had this thought a while ago,"My darling cannot understandWhat I have done, or what would doIn this blind bitter land."And I grew weary of the sun”