To toil, to think, to long, to grieve,—Is such my future fate?The morn was dreary, must the eveBe also desolate?

In the vacuum created by fear and ignorance and hunger and want, it's evil, not good, that rushes to fill the void.

Regret is her companion and the one who whispers to her often. She has even let hope die and that brings about despair.

In the midst of happiness or despairin sorrow or in joyin pleasure or in pain:Do what is right and you will be at peace.

We have to go into the despair and go beyond it, by working and doing for somebody else, by using it for something else.

Conventions are, indeed, all that shield us from the shivering void, though often they do so but poorly and desperately.

In the moments of your deepest need, despair and desperation, what you need more than any other thing, is calm and faith.

Between the desireAnd the spasm,Between the potencyAnd the existence,Between the essenceAnd the descent,Falls the Shadow.

Loyal companions are an unequaled grace, stanching fear before it bleeds you numb, a reliable antidote for creeping despair.

Long have I dwelt forgotten hereIn pining woe and dull despair;This place of solitude and gloomMust be my dungeon and my tomb.

the deepest subjective experiences are also the most universal, because through them one reaches the universal source of life.

Life—life—how cruel it is! Nothing but tears and sorrow and despair! Not a moment of happiness! Not a moment of joy.

If she allowed herself to give in to the whole sadness of it, she'd never ever be able to operate like a normal person again.

It's lies. It's all lies. Some of them are just prettier than others, that's all. People see what they think is there.

I would not have shied away from an assignment to sail a canoe around Cape Horn or to take charge of the government of Afghanistan.