Lost Hope Quotes

“I cry even harder, thinking of how it could have been, of how I thought it would be. For the first time, I want to give up, to die, because suddenly everything is too much and there is no solution in sight.”
― B.A. Paris, Behind Closed Doors

“Maybe I should drown myself before I freeze to death?”
― Mark A. Cooper, The Edelweiss Express

“We all smiled, but not that much, and frowned but rarely cried. Nobody could succeed here, but most people around me seemed to be okay with that . It meant they wouldn't fail either.

I didn't want to be like them. And at the same time, I was beginning to forget how to be different, how to be my own self. It was the feeling of being swallowed up, and I hated it.”
― Jennifer A. Nielsen, A Night Divided

“If love is not tied to a desire for reciprocity or mutual recognition, we should make no emotional investment, leaving behind only memories of lost hope or broken promises. ("Poste Restante")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“When you have a dream and someone makes promises they keep breaking, it is hard to recover. You lose hope.”
― Yasmine El Rashidi

“Orestes beloved. as you die you destroy me. You have torn away the part of my mind where hope was .”
― Sophocles, Electra

“The dawn is brief and the day full often belies its promise.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion

“Sorrow (A Song)

To me this world's a dreary blank,
All hopes in life are gone and fled,
My high strung energies are sank,
And all my blissful hopes lie dead.--

The world once smiling to my view,
Showed scenes of endless bliss and joy;
The world I then but little knew,
Ah! little knew how pleasures cloy;

All then was jocund, all was gay,
No thought beyond the present hour,
I danced in pleasure’s fading ray,
Fading alas! as drooping flower.

Nor do the heedless in the throng,
One thought beyond the morrow give,
They court the feast, the dance, the song,
Nor think how short their time to live.

The heart that bears deep sorrow’s trace,
What earthly comfort can console,
It drags a dull and lengthened pace,
'Till friendly death its woes enroll.--

The sunken cheek, the humid eyes,
E’en better than the tongue can tell;
In whose sad breast deep sorrow lies,
Where memory's rankling traces dwell.--

The rising tear, the stifled sigh,
A mind but ill at ease display,
Like blackening clouds in stormy sky,
Where fiercely vivid lightnings play.

Thus when souls' energy is dead,
When sorrow dims each earthly view,
When every fairy hope is fled,
We bid ungrateful world adieu.”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Complete Poems

“The sounds she heard bouncing off the walls around her were those of defeat.”
― Kimberly Derting, The Body Finder

“With each brick, my hopes faded until nothing was left. If there had ever been a chance of Dominic and my father returning, then the wall took that too. My schoolteacher taught us a new song that thanked our leaders for building a wall to keep the fascists out. I muted my glares and only mouthed the words when my teacher was looking - I couldn't bear to sing the lies.”
― Jennifer A. Nielsen, A Night Divided

“It was only the
other night everything was fine and the next thing I know I'm
drowning. How many times can a man go down and still be alive? I
can't breathe”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“There are times when girls are inspired, when they want the risks to go on and on. They want to be heroines, regardless. They want to take a joke beyond where anybody has ever taken it before. To be careless, dauntless, to create havoc--that was the lost hope of girls.”
― Alice Munro, Open Secrets: Stories

“We both drowned under the waves of words we weren't saying”
― Ben Maxfield

“When you look into their faces it's like something that was in there got up and gathered its things and walked away.”
― NoViolet Bulawayo, We Need New Names

“It's just that I don't hope any more, I've lost my nerve.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Green Knight

“You pierce my soul. I am half agony. Half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.”
― Jane Austen, Persuation

“Mazel Amsel- I have the obsession of destroying Nevaeh, she is so perfect, I cannot stand it! My girls have to be on top, and I am never going to let her be anything, I will make sure of it! That is what I have been doing for years. Nevaeh that no good little pussy licker; even if she knows it is me, she will not be able to ‘Prove it.’ I am just that well-liked by everyone, I am so powerful that no one will ever defeat me. I am the master manipulator, Nevaeh- yes, she is the tower! She is about for a hundred pounds, unnatural blond hair, lime green glowing eyes, and a voice that bellows! To me, she looks like a bulldog in the face, yet evil wicked witch-like also, yet to everyone else she blends in, to the others she looks as they do, just a normal mom, with normal kids. Yet I think she is crumbling, I think some people are seeing through her veil, because of what happened recently.

Mazel- I have everyone wrapped around my little finger. Likewise, if they do not bow down to me, I will make their life a living hell. That is the way; I have to have it, all the time for Nevaeh! I have to know what she is doing at all times. I have to hack into her social networking and get her pears to think she is a ‘Creep’ and ‘Stocker’ to young girls. So, she has no friends at all. So, my girls can be the supreme of this area, so that they can do as they please, without anyone stopping them from being the best, no matter what, and from getting what they want, and what I want for them. Besides, foremost I wanted to make sure that she would never date anyone. So, I came up with the story of telling everyone that she was into girls and that she is just plain crazy. I should know my eyes are on her always. I did not want to see her go to proms; I did not want to see her succeed. I did not want her to be loved. I would like to see her die, and not walk away from it.

I have dreamed of ways to kill her repeatedly. Like this one, I would like to see her be impaled on a sharp wooden stick, starting through her butt hole, and then slowly have gravity have it go up into her delicious miniature body until it hits her brain, and she screams out my girl’s names, as we get what we need. I would love to see a Nevaeh- kabob! I would love to see her stoned out in the open with rocks! I would love to see my girls bite their nipples off with their teeth! I want to see my girl claw her up to head to toe. I hunger to see them scratch her sweet blue eyes that are so heavenly right out of her face!

I want to see her gush that cobalt blood like a waterfall from her naked sliced-up body. Yes, I want us to torture her any way we can until she says yes to us. We are going to get at anything of hers we can until she comes with us! As we would, all dance around her, as we would light her up, cheerfully for the last time. How I would love to bleach and fry that perfect hair with chemicals. I and we all in our family want to fuck her up and down anyways we can! Mwah Ha, ha! Yes, Beforehand, we all would kiss, touch, lick, and stick her, and do what we want to get the life from her by sucking away.

We would eat her soul away as it would come down from the heavens then through her body, and into ours, as we would drink it out, the way we do. Yes, yes, hell- yes, I can see it now! Yes, I want her soul! Besides, anything or everything I can get out of her to add to my shrine. We even have a voodoo doll of her with pins in it. I have a few things of hers like her hymen-damaged red blood tarnished pink polka-dotted gym underwear, and her indigo pantiliner she had on. That my girl ripped off of her in school, the more things we have the more we can control her mind, but I want more!”
― Marcel Ray Duriez

“But after so many years, I knew what to do with hope. I held it an arm's length away.”
― Laura Taylor Namey, The Library of Lost Things

“To wit, that this dreadful matter brought from these downtrodden people no outburst of rage against their oppressors. They had been heritors and subjects of cruelty and outrage so long that nothing could have startled them but kindness. Yes, here was a curious revelation indeed, of the depth to which this people had been sunk into slavery. Their entire being was reduced to a monotonous dead level of patience, resignation, dumb uncomplaining acceptance of whatever might befall them in this life. Their very imagination was dead. When you can say that of a man, he has struck bottom, I reckon; there is no lower deep for him.”
― Mark Twain, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court

“She tried to say his name and call to him, but her strength was gone from her.
He saw by her eyes that she knew she was dying, and that her faith was gone and she was afraid. He saw that she did not believe in God, or continuation After death, and that this was the end for her and she would never see him again. She would be a candle blown in the darkness. He saw by her eyes that she knew now he could have saved her had he wanted, but he chose to let her die, and she did not understand.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Julius

“He had himself a certain sympathy for Morel; unfortunately, the man had not
understood that the world of today was no longer capable of concerning itself with elephants. People had other preoccupations. They were no longer interested in anything except their own skins.”
― Romain Gary, The Roots of Heaven

“I acknowledge the pervasive void that permeates existence—a relentless survival instinct devoid of inherent purpose. Once vibrant with hope and vitality, the core of my being now lies in tatters, tainted by the harrowing spectacle of human suffering and the apathy of those duty-bound to offer comfort. My thoughts, an intricate maze haunted by past attachments, reveal the futility of ephemeral distractions that provide temporary solace but ultimately lead to unabashed sorrow and deep regret.

Recent misfortunes, and cruel twists of fate, have stripped away the facade of resilience, unveiling a fragile and dispirited core. The whimsical cruelty of the world seems determined to obliterate any remnant of hope. Witnessing the agony of fellow akathisia sufferers mirrors the profound void within me, and I lament in eloquent existential despair.

In this quietude, I find myself estranged from my own identity—a spectral figure wandering amidst the ruins of unfulfilled dreams. Has the world transformed, or have I been tainted by the inherent malevolence of human nature? Perhaps it’s both, intricately woven in a cosmic farce that compels me to face existential dread. Amid this fusion of sorrow and acceptance, I ponder the fundamental essence of existence, time dilation, and the incomprehensible diversion of transcendence.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Second Alibi: The Banality of Life