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All alone! Whether you like it or not, alone is something you'll be quite a lot!
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lonely
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Dr. Seuss |
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"Before I go on with this short history, let me make a general observation- the test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise. This philosophy fitted on to my early adult life, when I saw the improbable, the implausible, often the "impossible," come true."
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hopelessness
intelligence
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implausible
inner-conflict
opposing-views
impossible
hopeless
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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"He's quiet for a minute, then grins again. "I can't believe you think I'm hot." "Shut up." "You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms." "Shut up." "I'll bet you fantasize about me at night, right here in this bed." "Shut up, Holder." "You probably even..." I reach over and clamp my hand over his mouth. "You're way hotter when you aren't speaking."
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dean-holder
sky-davis
sky-holder
hopeless
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Colleen Hoover |
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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.
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life
hopeless
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Nick Hornby |
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The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke.
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life
love
regret
hopeless
sad
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Holly Black |
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As I lifted the ash dagger, something inside me fractured so completely that there would be no hope of ever repairing it.
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hopeless
guilt
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Sarah J. Maas |
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The thought of her gave me such a continual anguish that I could no more forget her than an aching tooth. It was involuntary, hopeless, compulsive. For years she had been the first thing I remembered when I woke up, the last thing that drifted through my mind as I went to sleep, and during the day she came to me obtrusively, obsessively, always with a painful shock.
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pain
compulsion
anguish
compulsive
hopeless
obsession
unrequited-love
memory
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Donna Tartt |
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"It's just that you go so crazy being alone like that. Sometimes he'd forget my water or food and I'd cry and cry and cry." She stops talking and looks out the window. "I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts of books. But they got used up." --
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loneliness
trapped
hopeless
sad
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Holly Black |
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I'm afraid to hope but I can't help it, and the idea of hoping in this most hopeless of all places makes me want to cry.
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depressed
hopeless
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Beatrice Sparks |
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I am afraid a monster is grown that will devour all of us. Yet we must fight him.
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hopelessness
fear
monster
hopeless
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Isaac Asimov |
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"Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Friends around me find success and level up, do fancy photo shoots and get featured on big, white, movie screens. There were parties and lovers, hand in hand, laughing perfectly loud, but I walked numbly through the park, round and round, 40 times for 4 hours just wanting to make it through the day. There's a weight that inhabits my chest some times. Like a lock in my throat, making it hard to breathe. A little less air got through and the sky was so blue I couldn't look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories, but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desk tick tick tick me not making a sound and some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind, but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine. This is not beautiful. This is not useful. You can not do anything with it and it tries to control you, throw you off your balance and lovely ways but you can not let it. I cleaned up. Took myself for a walk. Tried to keep my eyes on the sky. Stayed away from the alcohol, stayed away from the destructive tools we learn to use. the smoking and the starving, the running, the madness, thinking it will help but it only feeds the fire and I don't want to hurt myself anymore. I made it through and today I woke up, lighter and proud because I'm still here. There are flowers growing outside my window. The coffee is warm, the air is pure. In a few hours I'll be on a train on my way to sing for people who invited me to come, to sing, for them. My own songs, that I created. Me--little me. From nowhere at all. And I have people around that I like and can laugh with, and it's spring again.
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lovely
madness
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new-day
gratitude
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joy
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music
songs
happiness
hope
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fine
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park
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ed
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hopeless
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sad
self-harm
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mental-health
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Charlotte Eriksson |
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It's incredibly touching when someone who seems so hopeless finds a few inches of light to stand in and makes everything work as well as possible. All of us lurch and fall, sit in the dirt, are helped to our feet, keep moving, feel like idiots, lose our balance, gain it, help others get back on their feet, and keep going.
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positivity
help
hopeless
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Anne Lamott |
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I was deluded, and I knew it. Worse: my love for Pippa was muddied-up below the waterline with my mother, with my mother's death, with losing my mother and not being able to get her back. All that blind, infantile hunger to save and be saved, to repeat the past and make it different, had somehow attached itself, ravenously, to her. There was an instability in it, a sickness. I was seeing things that weren't there. I was only one step away from some trailer park loner stalking a girl he'd spotted in the mall. For the truth of it was: Pippa and I saw each other maybe twice a year; we e-mailed and texted, though with no great regularity; when she was in town we loaned each other books and went to the movies; we were friends; nothing more. My hopes for a relationship with her were wholly unreal, whereas my ongoing misery, and frustration, were an all-too-horrible reality. Was groundless, hopeless, unrequited obsession any way to waste the rest of my life?
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hope
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delusional-love
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hopeless
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obsession
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unrequited-love
sickness
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Donna Tartt |
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"Insane", he says simply. "Hopeless. The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son his a devil and should not."
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the-red-queen
the-cousins-war
hopeless
king
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Philippa Gregory |
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"...I'm afraid of what the digital age will do to the world, to the things we think are important... it's almost like people want to believe in some illusion that they're robots and forget altogether that they're real, living people... but everything these days is disposable, even people themselves, and that's why I'm afraid for the world," Mandy confessed, looking depressed and worried. "So am I... but I'll still watch all of it as the world dooms itself, because I want to see how it ends, and whether or not they'll be intelligent enough to forget all of this digital illusion afterwards," Alecto explained. "I'm sure that they'll be able to realize how wrong it all is... even though the idiots outnumber most people these days, there are still enough intelligent people to fight against it."
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earth
grief
human
next-generation
cell-phone
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nova-scotia
robots
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apocalypse
canada
dystopian
gone
scary
hopeless
horror
lost
technology
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Rebecca McNutt |
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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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the-sea-the-sea
iris-murdoch
giving-up
determined
hopeless
eyes
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iris murdoch |
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"The only furniture in the dank space was a flimsy cot. Water dripped steadily in one corner. A hole in the floor appeared to serve as a latrine. What most caught Kendra's eye were the messages scratched on the wall. She roamed the cell, reading the crudely inscribed phrases. "Seth rules! Welcome to Seth's House. Seth rocks! Seth was here. Now it's your turn. Seth Sorenson forever. Enjoy the food! If you're reading this, you can read. All roads lead to Seth. Is it still dripping? Seth haunts these halls. You're in a Turkish prison! Seth is the man! Use the meal mats as toilet paper." And so forth. Cold, hopeless, and alone, Kendra found herself giggling at the messages her brother had scrawled. He must have been so bored!"
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funny
cheer-up
dungeon
kendra-sorenson
messages
seth-sorenson
prison
hopeless
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Brandon Mull |
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It is just that I don't know how I could live without the hope of her. It would be like learning to live with wooden legs.
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hope
wooden-legs
hopeless
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George Eliot |
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What do you expect? This place is one big anti-climax.
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hopelessness
time
existence
futility
apathy
existentialism
hopeless
habit
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Michel Faber |
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All the morning since he got up he had been trying to fight through his duties--leaning against a hope--a hope that first had bowed, and then had broke as soon as he really tried its weight.
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hopeless
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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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.
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loneliness
death
hopeless
despair
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Cornell Woolrich |
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It was the helplessness that scared the both of us.
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experiences
fear
dreadful
helpless
difficulty
trouble
hopeless
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Lois Lowry |
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What the cold light showed me was that my situation was simply unlivable. I wanted, with a desire greater than any desire which I had ever conceived could exist without instantly killing its owner by spontaneous combustion, something which I simply could not have.
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unlivable
the-black-prince
iris-murdoch
wanting
suicidal
hopeless
unrequited-love
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Iris Murdoch |