Edward Young Quotes

They'll take everything, even your tears.

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

What was more brutal than loss of hope?

The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?

I have no mouth, and I must scream.

Please believe that I do this because I am convinced that my illness cannot be helped for any length of time and I cannot bear to be a burden on anyone any longer.

I can feel myself dying inside.

I know how it feels to lose.

I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this--I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain.

Despair is part of love.

I had no hope. Yet expectation lived on in me, the last thing she had left behind. What further consummations, mockeries, torments did I still anticipate? I had no idea as I abided in the unshaken belief that the time of cruel wonders was not yet over.

By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!

You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

The rain comes down harder as I write. It sheets off the roof in torrents. I wish it would pound against me. Pound the life from my body. The flesh from my bones. The pain from my heart.

Sometimes...you can cry until there's nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen. And, still it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent...it would not be because it cared.

I'll never be happy. I believe I'll die alone. I would want it that way. I've been a loner all my life with my secrets and my pain. I'm really lost, but I'm trying to find myself. I'm really a sad, pathetic case. My whole life has been a waste. I've been a failure. I just want to escape.

It's kinda hard to be optimistic, When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted.

Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit, Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.

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