Max Lucado Quotes

Despair puts the last touch not only to our misery but also to our weakness.

Despair, in short, seeks its own environment as surely as water finds its own level.

There's only one great evil in the world today. Despair.

Misery pulls away the brackets of life leaving you to free fall.

Despair is a cavern beneath our feet and we teeter on its very brink.

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

I always wished I had died, and I still wish that, because I could have gotten the whole thing over with.

I have seen things in my life that have broken me in spirit.

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

My soul is dead.

How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

No one who had never been depressed like me could imagine that the pain could get so bad that death became a star to hitch up to, a fantasy of peace someday which seemed better than any life with all this noise in my head.

Despair exaggerates not only our misery but also our weakness.

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

When he has lost all hope, all object in life, man becomes a monster in his misery.

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

I must perish in this deplorable folly. Thus, thus, and not otherwise, shall I be lost. I dread the events of the future, not in themselves, but in their results. I shudder at the thought of any, even the most trivial, incident, which may operate upon this intolerable agitation of soul. I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect-in terror. In this unnerved-in this pitiable condition-I feel that the period will sooner or later arrive when I must abandon life and reason together, in some struggle with the grim phantasm, FEAR.

Safe Despair it is that raves- Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal.

My mind was bursting with depression and anguish. I muttered imprecations and murmuring as I passed along. I was full of loathing and abhorrence of life, and all that life carries in its train.

Despair is the greatest of our errors.

It was the lowest point of my life. I just kept thinking, 'What have I done to deserve this?' I didn't see the point in living.

You can't pay enough money to... cure that feeling of being broken and confused.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

When you get just a complete sense of blackness or void ahead of you, that somehow the future looks an impossible place to be, and the direction you are going seems to have no purpose, there is this word despair which is a very awful thing to feel.

That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.