I myself must mix with action, lest I wither by despair.
I greet you from the other side. Of sorrow and despair. With a love so vast and shattered. It will reach you everywhere.
I ‘gin to be aweary of the sun, and wish th’ estate o’ th’ world were now undone.
Human life begins on the far side of despair.[La vie humaine commence de l’autre côté du désespoir.]
He who has never hoped can never despair.
Don’t despair, not even over the fact that you don’t despair.[Nicht verzweifeln, auch darüber nicht, daß du nicht verzweifelst.]
Desperate ills need desperate remedies.
Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you.
Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.
Despair has its own calms.
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
But despair is what keeps love alive.
