#hopeless

When you say a situation or a person is hopeless, you are slamming the door in the face of God. ↗

— Charles L. Allen

#face #god #hopeless #person #say

I'm a hopeless romantic. ↗

— Lance Bass

#hopeless romantic #i #romantic

The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#hopelessness #worry #despair

In mathematics we have long since drawn the rein, and given over a hopeless race. ↗

— Charles Babbage

#given #hopeless #long #mathematics #over

It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble, how hopeless the outlook how muddled the tangle, how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all. ↗

— Emmet Fox

#difference #dissolve #great #hopeless #how

Oh yes, We've all danced to this particular tune at one time in our lives. In my experience, the majority of women are hopeless romantics, believing that, in time, he'll realise how wonderful we are, and fall in love with us.... ↗

— Catherine Sanderson

#experience

And another way of explaining it is to say that shit happens, and there's no space too small, too dark and airless and fucking hopeless, for people to crawl into. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#hopeless #life #life

Life could do nothing for her, beyond giving time for a better preparation for death. ↗

— Jane Austen

#death

I do not view suicide as wicked, just terribly sad. There is only one death, but it is like a stone cast into a pond - the ripples stretch far. Such an act must leave a burden of sorrow, guilt, shame and confusion on an entire family. A natural death, such as my father suffered, is hard enough to deal with. A decision to end one's life must be still more devastating for those left behind. I cannot imagine the degree of hopelessness someone must feel to contemplate such an act. ↗

— Juliet Marillier

#hopelessness #sad #suicide #death

He would not now conduct little Nell to the coast; he would not convey her by a steamer to Port Said, would not surrender her to Mr. Rawlinson; he himself would not fall into his father's arms and would not hear from his lips that he had acted like a true Pole! The end, the end! In a few days the sun would shine only upon the lifeless bodies and afterwards would dry them up into a semblance of those mummies which slumber in an eternal sleep in the museums in Egypt ↗

— Henryk Sienkiewicz

#death-and-dying #desert #doubt #hopelessness #sahara