Loss Of Hope Quotes

“Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Freak

“There is such a thing as too much loss. Too much has been taken from you both - taken and taken and taken, until there's nothing left but hope, and you've given that up because it hurts too much. Until you would rather die, or kill, or avoid attachments altogether, than lose one more thing.”
― N.K. Jemisin, The Obelisk Gate

“Sometimes God will place a wall on your path to force you to go in another direction.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Loss is like a wind, it either carries you to a new destination or it traps you in an ocean of stagnation. You must quickly learn how to navigate the sail, for stagnation is death.”
― Val Uchendu

“The mindset of loss of a loved one is to understand that the loss will never be undone. You must live with it, like it or not. But, to live well, you must turn that loss into something positive. That way, you can become the best version of yourself; scarred, flawed and unstoppable”
― Val Uchendu

“Everything had life to me,’ he heard Enkidu murmur, ‘the sky, the storm, the earth, water, wandering, the moon and its three children, salt, even my hand had life. It’s gone. It’s gone.”
― Herbert Mason, The Epic of Gilgamesh

“Day after day he roamed about in the arctic cold, his soul filled full of bitterness and despair. He saw the world of civilization then more plainly than ever he had seen it before; a world in which nothing counted but brutal might, an order devised by those who possessed it for the subjugation of those who did not.”
― Upton Sinclair, The Jungle

“When you look back with regret, that (regret, loss) becomes your focus.
Then your focus directs you: you go back to that – again and again.
Choose a new rudder: Look forward now – and focus on your passion with joyful anticipation.
Then your passion will fill the empty space of your loss...and where you land up will amaze you!”
― The Truth AD Infinitum

“Without hope we fail to exist.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

“When you look back with regret, that (regret, loss) becomes your focus.
Then your focus directs you: you go back to that – again and again.
Look forward now – and focus on your passions with joyful anticipation.
Then your passion will fill the gap of your loss...and where you land us will amaze you!”
― The TRUTH

“Hope is a corpse.

A dead thing, watching you suffer with black empty eyes.

Any comfort it might have offered, long since gone to the grave.”
― Andrew Cull, Remains

“Following the death of his wife, Sam Johnson wrote to the Reverend Mr. Thomas Warton, "I have ever since seemed to myself broken off from mankind; a kind of solitary wanderer in the wilds of life, without any certain direction, or fixed point of view: a gloomy gazer on a world to which I have little relation."
But my wife wasn't dead, merely absent.”
― Mordecai Richler, Barney's Version

“The voice of grief is rather convincing, isn’t it? It tells you you’re “too old,” “not good enough,” or “not worthy enough” for another chance at life, that starting over is impossible. This voice in your head is the first thing you hear in the morning and the last thing you hear at night. It drives with you to work. It stays with you at lunch. Its message is so consistent that because of its repetitive power, you may be inclined to believe it. But, as persuasive as the voice of grief is, everything it says is a lie.
It’s all a pack of lies.
Do you want the truth? If you do, then start listening to life calling to you inside your grief.
How? Every time you are yearning to be held and loved, to laugh again, listen to your yearning. Do not listen to your fear . . . Listen to life calling you, “I am here, come on over. Take a chance on me. I am your life, and you’re all that I’ve got.”
― Christina Rasmussen, Second Firsts: Live, Laugh, and Love Again

“If we’ve been born once already (which we know we have) why then is it so hard for some to believe that we’ve been born before? The answer to that is nothing other than the information about life one has previously received.”
― Renee Chae, This Thing Called Life: Living Your Ultimate Truth

“She can feel her vanished talent like a phantom limb, the empty ache of its subtraction from the short list of her assets, and she knows with spiteful certainty that it is gone for good.”
― Christina Moracho

“It's the way she says Cathy that makes me listen, the way a woman pleads to any deity that has damned all her prayers, redirected them to death. A woman deboned of hope.”
― K-Ming Chang, Bone House

“Do we reflect on life? Someday this life will be gone.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

“The dreams that surfaced upon meeting up with him again winked out of existence, stars darkening for good.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Captured Memories

“I stared at the trunks of books on the library floor, remembering the pangs I’d once had for a profession, for some purpose. The world had been such a beckoning place once.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Invention of Wings

“I've never had any luck, Brad. I don't even hope for any any more.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

“It seemed that the marriage had reached the traditional truce, the point at which so many resign themselves to cutting both their losses and their hopes.”
― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“We need so desperately to believe in a forever love--so much so that there’s an entire genre of entertainment dedicated to young lovers who persist against all odds, medical or fantastical or otherwise--that when it doesn’t happen, we fall a little bit to pieces. The spell is broken. Evil wins. Because that’s a true representation of reality, that loss of hope, that perversion of purity. That’s what we’re all living with anyway and seeing it represented in our entertainment reinforces what we already know to be true: there is no perfect love or life or quest or character. We’re all just fumbling along, trying to make the best of whatever it is we can find, whatever small comforts we can take, whatever compromise seems the least devastating.”
― Eda J. Vor, Fully Functioning: a postpartum descent into obsessive fangirling

“The big dream is over, Ba, it's finally time to wake up”
― A.B.Turner

“There wasn’t enough water left in his body for real tears, just as there wasn’t a drop of hope left in his soul.”
― J A Croome, The Sand People: a collection of magical realism and other stories

“We lose hope in an endless cycle of distress. To overcome our problems and find peace, we must realize we need a simple viewpoint shift: Focusing on the present and moving slowly. We should choose positivity, appreciate our blessings, and be satisfied regardless of hope. Once we see results, we can keep going. We believe our influential minds can handle this.”
― Jonathan Harnisch

“The pain in your words
I wish it would vanish
Like dust in the vacuum”
― Richard L. Ratliff

“Success Orientation is like falling into a deep cave. It is not about how you climb out of the cave. Success Orientation is whether you climb out or not.”
― Deborah Bravandt

“If you have no other place to go, think of me
Cause I know how you feel, trapped inside this world just like me”
― Jasmine McMorran

“There was a place inside him now that hadn't been there before. Heated, charged, angry. Coming into his presence was like stepping up to a gas heater, to a row of blue fire burning in the dark, wet curve of his eyes.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

“As soon as Peter took off his coat and saw what his grandmother had cooked, he ran straight to the table and climbed into ‘his’ place – a large, sturdy wooden armchair with a small stool set on top of it.
He bit eagerly into the pasty, taking large mouthfuls and greedily washing them down with milk. At one moment, the boy moved a little too abruptly, and a thin stream of warm milk escaped from the corner of his mouth, slid between cheek and chin, slipped under his collar, and disappeared on his chest, gently warming his skin. Peter wiped the spilled milk with his sleeve, took another pasty – then another, and another…
Years later, this moment – so full of bright childhood sensations – would return to him night after night, haunting the hungry Peter, tormenting both soul and body in his sleep. Repeated endlessly, the dream would turn into suffering – a symbol of doom and unrealized hopes. And even within this seemingly kind dream, a Damoclean sword would hang over his mind: the impossibility, the futility of ever turning it into reality.
— Volodymyr Shablia, Stone. Book Two


Context note: A memory of warmth, abundance, and family love that later becomes a recurring dream for a starving prisoner. The contrast reveals how childhood comfort turns into psychological torment under hunger and repression.”
― Володимир Шабля, Камінь. Біографічний роман. Книга друга. Непрості дороги до пекла: Виживання в умовах насильства.