I knew I was catching at straws; but in the wide and weltering deep where I found myself, I would have caught at cobwebs.
An event of great agony is bearable only in the belief that it will bring about a better world. When it does not, as in the aftermath of another vast calamity in 1914-18, disillusion is deep and moves...
. .where there is no more hope, song remains.
For several years Quinn had been having the same conversations with this man, whose name he did not know. Once, when he had been in the luncheonette, they had talked about baseball, and now, each time...
[asked if his suicide attempt was a cry for help]No. I told no one. You only cry for help if you believe that there's help to cry for.
We began our hospital visits: one day Susan, one day me, everyday The Big Hoom. On one of these visits, she told me about the tap that opened at my birth and the lack drip filling her up, and it tore...
Keep hoping until hope dies; remember, however, that hope never dies! Just take good steps with faith and hope!
Even in the grave, all is not lost.
God can inject hope into a absolutely hopeless situation.
My last chance had vanished into itself like a snail coiling up into his shell. Insidiously I had lost my grip, and now this was it. I thought all this without much emotion. I really didn't care anymo...
ThemeIt's a sunny weekday in early May and after a ham sandwichand a cold bottle of beer on the brick terrace,I am consumed by the wish to add somethingto one of the ancient themes–youth dancing with...
Just those three words, said and meant. I love you.They were quite hopeless. He said it as he might have said, I have cancer.His fairy story.
…but it is in despair that the most burning pleasures occur, especially when one is all too highly conscious of the hopelessness of one’s position.
You are young; you have hopes. One by one they will go, and nothing will be left but the bare fact of life.
Well, and what was there in that?--Who ever hung his hopes upon so frail a twig?
Life ... is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.
I've been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.
The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come.
Confusion and hopelessness don't necessarily cause a person to act.
There have been occasions in my later life (I suppose as in most lives) when I have felt for a time as if a thick curtain had fallen on all its interest and romance, to shut me out from anything save...