I can endure my own despair but not another’s hope.
Despair is like forward children, who, when you take away one of their playthings, throw the rest into the fire for madness. It grows angry with itself, turns its own executioner, and revenges its misfortunes on its own head.
The sins against hope are despair, as anticipated failure, and presumption, as anticipated fulfilment. In both these cases man seeks to break out of his pilgrim existence and have his life otherwise than from the hand of God.
What matters it to a blind man that his father could see?
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! (words inscribed over the gates of Hell.)
Listen, someone’s screaming in agony – fortunately I speak it fluently.
Desperation is sometimes as powerful an inspirer as genius.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience.
Despair is the conclusion of fools.
Despair is vinegar from the wine of hope.