C. S. Lewis Quotes

I'm on my knees begging, please come and save me.

I have no mouth, and I must scream.

I got to that desperate place where nobody could help me but God.

I'm worth more dead than alive. Don't cry for me after I'm gone; cry for me now.

Did I pray for death? I did one time. I wanted to die so badly. And I didn't want to die. I wanted to rest, you know. And I knew the only rest I would find is in death.

Just having conversations with God, begging God to make the pain go away, and then the pain wouldn't go away. So I'm like 'Who the hell am I talking to? God is not responding.'

No pills gonna cure my ill.

"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?

Either give me your hand, or end it now, and put us both out of our misery

She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.

Give us strength, oh Lord, to let our children starve.

But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.

Dear God...I have always been a good girl. Maybe you can give me a sign letting me know what is happening to me.

I have spent my life falling. Not the kind that Tiny's talking about. He's talking about love. I'm talking about life. In my kind of falling, there's no landing. There's only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends.

There is nothing like despair to make one throw oneself upon the gods.

I commend my soul to any god that can find it.

Don't let despair mutate your flesh Look at my twisted stumps of thought See the fingers, listen to the voice I am slowly becoming the end of the line.

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.

The pleasure of despair. But then, it is in despair that we find the most acute pleasure, especially when we are aware of the hopelessness of the situation... ...everything is a mess in which it is impossible to tell what's what, but that despite this impossibility and deception it still hurts you, and the less you can understand, the more it hurts.

Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back -- to be sucked back -- into it?

I had never seen a woman in such despair before. It was worse than death, it was a constant longing for death and a constant rejection of life. She lived like darkness in her own day.

I felt the kind of desperation, I think, that cancels the possibility of empathy...that makes you unkind.

I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.

When you've got nowhere to turn, turn on the gas.

My son will forever travel through a moonless night with only the roar of wind for company.... A drowning man is not separated from the lust for air by a bridge of thought—he is one with it—and my son, conceived and grown in an ethanol bath, lives each day in the act of drowning. For him there is no shore.