Charles Augustin Sainte-Beuve Quotes

Despair is easy, or at least low cost.

Despair has its own calms.

I want you to take away the hope because that's the thing that's killing me.

When you're depressed, there's no calendar. There are no dates, there's no day, there's no night, there's no seconds, there's no minutes, there's nothing. You're just existing in this cold, murky, ever-heavy atmosphere, like they put you inside a vial of mercury.

Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse.

They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.

There are peaks, there are valleys. But they're all kind of carved and smoothed out, and it feels like a low level of despair you live in. Where you're not getting any answers, but you're living OK. And you can smile at the office. You know? But it's a low level of despair. I was on Prozac for a long time. It may have helped me out of a jam for a little bit, but people stay on it forever. I had to get off at a certain point because I realized that, you know, everything's just OK.

Despair speaks evenly, in a quiet voice.

The various forms of despair at the various stations on the road.

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

You're not eating anything," said Marilla sharply, eying her as if it were a serious shortcoming. Anne sighed. I can't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat when you are in the depths of despair?" I've never been in the depths of despair, so I can't say," responded Marilla. Weren't you? Well, did you ever try to IMAGINE you were in the depths of despair?" No, I didn't." Then I don't think you can understand what it's like. It's very uncomfortable a feeling indeed.

Despair ... is like a gas, odourless, tasteless, without nourishment. You breathe it in, your limbs relax, you cease to care, even at the moment when the steel touches your throat.

Despair is the greatest of our errors.

Helplessness induces hopelessness, and history attests that loss of hope and not loss of lives is what decides the issue of war.

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

'Weary Willie' is very real to me. He is a man who has given up. The boat has gone and left him. The cards are stacked against him. He's content to make out with what he's got. He knows he'll go no further.

Sad Patience, too near neighbour to despair.

I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead.

I'm comfortable in my miseries. I have no choice.

Hopelessness has surprised me with patience.

People's fear doth ofttimes degenerate into desperation

When the calamity we feared is already arrived, or when the expectation of it is so certain as to shut out hope, there seems to be a principle within us by which we look with misanthropic composure on the state to which we are reduced, and the heart sullenly contracts and accommodates itself to what it most abhorred.

It got to a point where I didn't care if I lived or I died.

Hopelessness is a feeling. It's not a fact.

I thought I was dead inside.