Quotes Tagged "hopelessness"

Heaven is boundless, and the sea is beneath you.

Despair is a bad thing, friend. The world moves on through hope. We will be home soon. You will feel better then.” But the darkness around him embraced him like stormy waves do a drowning man. He felt he was sinking in the sea of hopelessness.

Hope doesn't care about the problems that have already been solved. Hope cares only about the problems that still need to be solved. Because the better the world gets, the more we have to lose. And the more we have to lose, the less we feel we have to hope for.

There is no lasting hope in violence, only temporary relief from hopelessness.

إنّ تسمية المحيط المسالِم أو الهادئ منذ عبورِه أوّل مرّةٍ من قِبَل بحّارة أوربّيين لم تكن أكثر من صفةٍ لأملٍ يائس

There is a noise that is different to grief. Sadness wails and cries and lets loose a sound to the heavens like a baby calling for its mother. That kind of noisy grief is hopeful. It believes that things can be put right, or that help can come. There is a different kind of sound to that. Babies left alone too long do not even cry. They become very still and quiet. They know no one is coming.

Trade in our cynical hopelessness for cynical hopefulness. If we must be cynical, choose hopeful over hopeless.

Deep despair, dear Lord, deep despair My heart yearns to be your heir But my prayer remains unheard Speak to me that I may hear And I will know that you can hear For I need to see you here! Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus , deep despair ! Deep despair, dear Lord, deep despair Your voice I wait to hear Your presence I seek to be near That I may not live with fear And I will always be your heir And never wander like the deer Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair! Deep despair, dear Lord , deep despair When expectations become desperation May your might be my light That I may see you as my guide And do all things in your might As I journey on with Thy light Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair ! Deep despair, dear Lord , deep despair May I know who You really are That I may know who I’m really are As I stand between here and there In a world that seeks to keep me here or there So I may not be your heir Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair! Deep despair, dear Lord, deep despair When all hope is gone And all otherwise thoughts have come May I smile for what you have done As You overcome condemnation with redemption And provide all needs for glorification! Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair!

Nothing changes, love. Ever. Hope is a fickle vixen sent to torment us with discontent. And I am done with her, and her empty promises, and wishes unfulfilled.

Hope is the escapist drug of the hopeless.

We all go through hard times in life. It’s a part of being alive and it's the reality we all have to deal with. There are times we forget our value as a person because we are so blinded with these thoughts of loneliness, emptiness and ego. Somewhere along the road we become numbed with all the frustrations and dissatisfaction. But life itself isn't always about darkness and sadness, Life is also filled with colors and that makes it beautiful. Along this path of darkness there's always light waiting to be seen by our daunted hearts. Our heart is gifted to see this light. It may be hiding behind those circumstances that we encounter; in a stranger we just met at an unexpected place; a family who has been always there but you just ignored because of your imperfect relationship with them; it might be a long time friend you have or a friend you just met. Open your heart and you will see how blessed you are to have them all in your life. Sometimes they are the light that shines your path in some dark phases of life. Don't lose hope

The finest of all things is faith in God.

The most critical time in any battle is not when I’m fatigued, it’s when I no longer care.

So one must be resigned to being a clock that measures the passage of time, now out of order, now repaired, and whose mechanism generates despair and love as soon as its maker sets it going? Are we to grow used to the idea that every man relives ancient torments, which are all the more profound because they grow comic with repetition? That human existence should repeat itself, well and good, but that it should repeat itself like a hackneyed tune, or a record a drunkard keeps playing as he feeds coins into the jukebox...

When need for the supreme vanishes ,the nascent value of incorrigibilty tends to infinity.

If we throw blankets over our children's dreams, we darken their world and extinguish their desire to live.

There is not racial or ethnic domination of hopelessness. It's everywhere.

Hopelessness is a really toxic and dangerous state.

How could my brain let my heart think so stupidly?