Hope is a fine killing thing. — Kirryn Lia Todd, Bruised Opulence
Hope is a fine killing thing. — Kirryn Lia Todd, Bruised Opulence
Hope is a fine killing thing. — Kirryn Lia Todd, Bruised Opulence
Hope is a fine killing thing. — Kirryn Lia Todd, Bruised Opulence
Hope is a fine killing thing. — Kirryn Lia Todd, Bruised Opulence
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Hope is a fine killing thing.

— Kirryn Lia Todd, Bruised Opulence
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More “Despair” Quotes

Either way, he was always staring into a bottomless pit, or into a whirlpool that forever sucked him inexorably inward t — Mary Balogh, Dancing with Clara
When everything seems too far away from you, don’t despair, return to yourself because you are the nearest thing to your — Mehmet Murat ildan
Hundreds of ladybugs had taken shelter from the winter in the crevices of the decayed windows. From there, they broke in — Aleš Šteger, Berlin
I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece. — Emil M. Cioran
As for hobbies, people with stimulating hobbies suffer from the most noxious of despairs since they are tranquilized in — Walker Percy, The Moviegoer
…but it is in despair that the most burning pleasures occur, especially when one is all too highly conscious of the hope — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground, White Nights, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, and Selections from The House of the Dead
With each brick, my hopes faded until nothing was left. If there had ever been a chance of Dominic and my father returni — Jennifer A. Nielsen, A Night Divided
Even if the powers destroy us," he said, "who are we, to condemn them? As well might a fleeting word judge the speaker t — Olaf Stapledon
Trudging on foot, loaded with sacks, bundles, and babies, young mothers who had lost their milk, driven out of their min — Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
You can endure every hardship with hope. — Lailah Gifty Akita
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no concept of danger, reality, flow or compassion. you can feel the despair escaping from their machines, their lives as — Charles Bukowski, Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way