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There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when read more
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
Despair is the conclusion of fools.
Despair is the conclusion of fools.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation ... A stereotyped but read more
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation ... A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind.
O that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,
Or read more
O that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,
Or that the Everlasting had not fixed
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter.
Because I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair.
Because I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair.
Never despair while under the guidance and auspices of Teucer.
[Lat., Nil desperandum Teucro duce et auspice Teucro.]
Never despair while under the guidance and auspices of Teucer.
[Lat., Nil desperandum Teucro duce et auspice Teucro.]
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead read more
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mournful marbles play!
It is a miserable state of mind to have few things to desire, and many things to fear.
It is a miserable state of mind to have few things to desire, and many things to fear.
If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
On horror's head read more
If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
On horror's head horrors accumulate;
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed;
For nothing canst thou to damnation add
Greater than that.
