W. C. Fields Quotes

Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.

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

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

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.

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

Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.

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

All hope abandon, ye who enter here!

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

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

Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.

Life is painful, nasty and short... in my case it has only been painful and nasty.

Man is born in a day, and he dies in a day, and the thing is easily over; but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one's lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning; and life at that price is not worth living.

I am about to die, God calls me... I have scarcely strength enough to support the last days that remain of my miserable life... I see no salvation for the country. I believe everything is lost forever. If there were a single sacrifice I could make - my life, my happiness or my honour – believe me, I would not hesitate; but I am convinced the sacrifice would be useless. Since I am unable to secure the happiness of my country, I refuse to rule it. Further, the tyrants have taken my native land from me and therefore I have no longer any country for which to make a sacrifice

If all I can say is I'm not in this swamp, I'm not in this swamp then there is not a rope in front of me and there is not an alligator behind me and there is not a girl sitting at the edge eating a hot dog and if I believe that, then dying would be the only answer because then Death couldn't come and say Peachy to me anymore and after all she has a brother who believes in hope.

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

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

Hell is life drying up.

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.

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

The realization that I’d have nothing to take home had finally sunk in. My knees buckled and I slid down the tree trunk to its roots. It was too much. I was too sick and weak and tired, oh, so tired. Let them call the Peacekeepers and take us to the community home, I thought. Or better yet, let me die right here in the rain.

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

Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.

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

The problem of suffering is: why is there the suffering we know?