#hopelessnes

I don't care who the student is, teachers should never be condescending. That should be the first rule in the teacher handbook. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#teachers #hopelessness

Real ugly endings are better than fake happily ever after's ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#hopelessness

The second you think a situation is hopeless, it suddenly loses all meaning. A situation is just a case, condition, or state of affairs. It only becomes hopeless when you need to define an explanation. ↗

— Benson Bruno

#definition #excuses #hopelessness #meaning #situation

Rainy, gloomy, drab, sunless day.  There are times when hope seems entirely clouded over; when looking for the blessings in your circumstances feels like trying to catch a ray of sunshine from six feet under. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#gloom #hopelessness #misery #regret #richelle

When today's generation reads Jack's books or they listen to the music created by some of us, I believe that they see there is a different way of approaching today's life and today's sometimes seeming hopelessness that can provide answers. ↗

— David Amram

#approaching #believe #books #created #different

Luck always seems like it belongs to someone else. ↗

— David Levien

#hopelessness #luck #pain #luck

A weird time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#existentialism #future #hopelessness #weird

When it's said and done, the one thing I want to leave on this earth is hope. I have felt hopelessness, and it's a terrible feeling. Hopelessness will destroy you. I want to bring hope to other people. ↗

— Paula Deen

#destroy #done #earth #feeling #felt

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

(visions) of strange cities, of sandy plains, of gigantic ruins, of midnight skies with strange bright constellations, of mountain-passes, of grassy nooks flecked with the afternoon sunshine through the boughs: I was in the midst of such scenes, and in all of them one presence seemed to weigh on me in all these mighty shapes - the presence of something unknown and pitiless. For continual suffering had annihilated religious faith within me: to the utterly miserable - the unloving and the unloved - there is no religion possible, no worship but a worship of devils. And beyond all these, and continually recurring, was the vision of my death - the pangs, the suffocation, the last struggle, when life would be grasped at in vain. ("The Lifted Veil") ↗

— Mary Ann Evans

#decadence #despair #hopelessness #romanticism #death