T. S. Eliot Quotes

All hope abandon, ye who enter here!

Marriage is the death of hope.

When we have lost everything, including hope, life becomes a disgrace, and death a duty.

It is the absence of hope, which equals the despair that is the punishment.

Still desiring, we live without hope.

Despair is vinegar from the wine of hope.

I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.

We have no hope and yet we live in longing.

Even in the inevitable moments when all seems hopeless, men know that without hope they cannot really live, and in agonizing desperation they cry for the bread of hope.

In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I don't know if I'll ever smile again.

Hope died as I was led unto my marriage bed.

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

Help me give up my addiction to Hope.

How many would die did not hope sustain them.

Goals incapable of attainment have driven many a man to despair, but despair is easier to get to than that -- one need merely look out of the window, for example.

Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.

All this time…ever since I sold my soul, I’ve been clinging to this idea that there is something pure and decent out there. That there was something to give me hope that even if I was a lost cause, at least there was something bright and good in the world. But there isn’t. If there was, Seth wouldn’t have fallen. Erik wouldn’t have died. Andrea Mortensen wouldn’t be dying.” -Georgina to Carter

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

And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.

He could not play the game without hope; could not play the game without a dream. They had taken it all away from him now, they had turned away from him and there was nothing for him now...He was alone and there was nothing for him.

Hope hurt more than the cold.

I think hope is the worst thing in the world. I really do. It makes a fool of you while it lasts. And then when it's gone, it's like there's nothing left of you at all . . . except what you can't be rid of.

Could the situation be that we no longer believe in that particular place? Or maybe we were all promised Heaven in our lifetimes, and what we ended up with can't help but suffer in comparison.

A life that is without problems may literally be more hopeless, than one that always verges on despair.