Stephen Fry Quotes

Young people who have no future will easily give up their future, which they can't see on the horizon.

Misery pulls away the brackets of life leaving you to free fall.

A vast black sleep falls over my life sleep, all hope sleep, all desire.

Despair is a cavern beneath our feet and we teeter on its very brink.

I have at times tried to imagine the despair which leads to suicide, attempted to conjure up the slew and slop of darkness in which only death appears as a pinprick of light: in other words, the exact opposite of the normal condition of life.

Despair has its own calms.

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

We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.

Sometimes I feel I'm living a meaningless life, and I get frightened.

It seems as if life and hope must cease together.

That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.

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

That was devastating to me: how a bright, energetic kid could turn doomed and desperate.

It got to a point where I didn't care if I lived or I died.

Life and hope must cease together.

A horrible sense of blackness and the treachery of fate seized hold upon the soul of the unhappy student.

Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams. A wall at the world's end. Behind it I await death. Because all our work has come to this.

Despair, in short, seeks its own environment as surely as water finds its own level.

The time for hope is gone, and come for fear.

Despair puts the last touch not only to our misery but also to our weakness.

Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it growing before your very eyes, eroding me? I don’t want to hope for anything anymore.

It's going to be okay. Words that mean nothing. really, just sounds intoned into vastness and darkness, little scrabbling attempts to latch on to something when we're falling.

I just felt as though I would never be happy again, and as if I had fallen into a big black hole.

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.

Always the same. Now a spark of hope flashes up, then a sea of despair rages, and always pain; always pain, always despair, and always the same.