#hopeless

I think I'm much less self confident today. I actually went through a quite painful period because of that thinking that I was completely hopeless. But I think that's something that we all go through at various times of our lives and it was quite a sustained thing with me. ↗

— Hugo Weaving

#because #completely #confident #go #hopeless

The hopeless grief of those poor colored people affected me more than almost anything else. ↗

— Gideon Welles

#almost #anything #colored #else #grief

He pulled the gun from his waist, running it along my cheek and back down to my lips. I blinked back the tears at sick game. He finally stopped the gun at my temple, my pulse fighting against the pressure of the cold metal of the gun. “Do you think you are a good person, Kendall?” “No, not at all,” I said, swallowing down the misery of my honest answer. “Really?” he asked, one eyebrow lifting in confusion. “Are you afraid to die?” I wished I could spit in his face for making everything so hard. I wished he would just pull the trigger and end it already. But a small part of me was begging and pleading internally that he wouldn’t shoot me. “No, I’m not afraid to die,” I admitted, I closed my eyes and the tears fell quickly. “I’m not afraid of much in life. I’ve seen too much to be scared.” He let out a sigh. I opened my eyes. He pulled the gun away from me. “Well, damn. How the hell am I supposed to kill someone so miserable?” I looked away. Even in death I was pitiful. ↗

— Holly Hood

#hopelessness #life #love #death

There is a point when the anguished soul finally despairs.  A moment in life when the heart, the will, even the spirit crumbles.  Some say that after much grief and drowning in tears, it is possible to pick up the pieces and carefully repair what was shattered. I say nay.  For the chains of despair have no key, and the soul destroyed by that monster can never hope to be unaffected.  There are things done that cannot be undone. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#destruction #grief #hopelessness #pain #richelle

It’s killing me, baby,” he says, his voice much more calm and quiet. “It’s killing me because I don’t want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you. And I’m not ready to tell you I’m in love with you, because I’m not. Not yet. But whatever this is I’m feeling—it’s so much more than just like. It’s so much more. And for the past few weeks I’ve been trying to figure it out. I’ve been trying to figure out why there isn’t some other word to describe it. I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn’t a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe this point between liking you and loving you, but I need that word. I need it because I need you to hear me say it. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#hopeless #like #love #sky #love

I'm hopeless with money; I simply spend what I've got. ↗

— Freddie Mercury

#hopeless #i #money #simply #spend

Questions about form seem as hopelessly inadequate as questions about content. ↗

— Robert Smithson

#content #form #hopelessly #inadequate #questions

If you have ever felt hopeless hang on The night you’re enduring may seem long but there is joy coming in the morning. Incredible changes are going to take place in your life as you begin to relinquish your past and renew your present. ↗

— Sue Augustine

#past #present #change

In an age of hope men looked up at the night sky and saw “the heavens." In an age of hopelessness they call it simply “space. ↗

— Peter Kreeft

#hopelessness #humanity #peter-kreeft #age

Dying was misery. Death was that period at the end of the sentence. ↗

— Holly Hood

#dying #perfectly-hopeless #death