Peter Kropotkin Quotes

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

I speak of a clinical depression that is the background of your entire life, a background of anguish and anxiety, a sense that nothing goes well, that pleasure is unavailable and all your strategies collapse.

Companions, in misery and worse, that is what we all are, and to try to change this substantially avails us nothing.

We might as well die as to go on living like this.

I know I'm going to blow one day. My life is doomed the way it is. I have no future.

We are doomed to cling to a life even while we find it unendurable.

No one's really happy anyway, it's not human.

All things do help the unhappy man to fall.

When you are debilitated, and you're very depressed, and you believe there's no hope, you cannot get a better potpourri of down.

For a long time, I have hoped for better days, but alas, today it is necessary for me to lose all hope. My poor wife suffers more and more. I do not think it is possible to be any weaker.

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.

Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it.

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

If you have ever been in a real tragic or sad situation, the words that come out are hopelessly inadequate and kind of cliched.

It's a funny thing, the less people have to live for, the less nerve they have to risk losing nothing.

All hope abandon, ye who enter here!

My sweetest hope is to lose hope.

I'm constantly tortured, and that's why I say happiness is irrelevant. Happiness is for children and yuppies.

Uncertainty! fell demon of our fears! The human soul that can support despair, supports not thee.

I think quite often a fate worse than death is life, for lots of people.

These hands which stretch out, implore, beg, then rise to the head in a gesture of calamity.

Most of us have days or weeks or months so awful, we wish we'd never been born.

They'll take everything, even your tears.

If one truly has lost hope, one would not be on hand to say so.

To doubt is worse than to have lost; and to despair is but to antedate those miseries that must fall on us.