#hopeless

Values unrelated to modern reality are not just electorally hopeless, the values themselves become devalued. They have no purchase on the real world. ↗

— Tony Blair

#devalued #hopeless #just #modern #purchase

I am a hopeless romantic and I love to spoil my girlfriends. ↗

— Orlando Bloom

#am #girlfriends #hopeless #hopeless romantic #i

He who receives a great many letters demanding answer, sees himself as if engaged in a hopeless struggle of one man against the rest of the world. ↗

— Anna C. Brackett

#answer #demanding #engaged #great #himself

My mother was determined to make us independent. When I was four years old, she stopped the car a few miles from our house and made me find my own way home across the fields. I got hopelessly lost. ↗

— Richard Branson

#car #determined #few #fields #find

So many tangles in life are ultimately hopeless that we have no appropriate sword other than laughter. ↗

— Gordon W. Allport

#hopeless #laughter #life #many #other

And another way of explaining it is to say that shit happens, and there's no space too small, too dark and airless and fucking hopeless, for people to crawl into. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#hopeless #life #life

Elizabeth's barreness and advanced age--a double symbol of hopelessness--became the means by which God would announce to the world that nothing is impossible for Him. ↗

— Charles R. Swindoll

#god #hope #hopelessness #impossible #inspirational

Life could do nothing for her, beyond giving time for a better preparation for death. ↗

— Jane Austen

#death

Hope as evidence of life. Life as evidence of death. ↗

— Lara Biyuts

#hopelessness #life-and-death #death

She turned and walked down the musty, dimly-lighted corridor, along a strip of carpeting that still clung together only out of sheer stubbornness of skeletal weave. Doors, dark, oblivious, inscrutable, sidling by; enough to give you the creeps just to look at them. All hope gone from them, and from those who passed in and out through them. Just one more row of stopped-up orifices in this giant honeycomb that was the city. Human beings shouldn't have to enter such doors, shouldn't have to stay behind them. No moon ever entered there, no stars, no anything at all. They were worse than the grave, for in the grave is absence of consciousness. And God, she reflected, ordered the grave, for all of us; but God didn't order such burrows in a third-class New York City hotel. ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#death #despair #hopeless #loneliness #death