I feel that I’ve consistently written about the same subjects for 35… nearly 40 years. There’s really been no room for change with me. It’s all despondency, despair, fear, isolation, abandonment.
Submitted by MarisaO2 11 months ago
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“Truly we are passing through disastrous times, when we may well make our own the lamentation of the Prophet: "There is no truth, and there is no mercy, and there is no knowledge of God in the land" (Hosea 4:1). Yet in the midst of this tide of evil, the Virgin Most Merciful rises before our eyes like a rainbow, as the arbiter of peace between God and man.”
Submitted by dccphotoproject about 2 years ago
Hope is a gift we give ourselves in our darkest despair.
Submitted by Dangerfield over 3 years ago
“She leans hard on the wall in the hallway, trying to blend in with the painted lillies. Her legs feel too heavy to move. For no particular reason, she sniffs the wallpaper and realizes she can’t smell anything. She wonders if she’s numb with shock or if she’s slowly dying.”
— CF Winn
Submitted by CF Winn about 4 years ago
In all things it is better to hope than to despair.
Submitted by restmin over 6 years ago
They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?
Submitted by laura over 6 years ago
I know that I left you in places of despair
I know that I love you, so please throw down your hair
At night I trip without you, and hope I don't wake up
'Cause waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup...
Submitted by Bakeneko over 6 years ago
Safe despair it is that raves—
Agony is frugal.
Puts itself severe away
For its own perusal.
Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.
Submitted by queenosheba almost 7 years ago
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
Submitted by colvinthegreat almost 7 years ago
You don't understand. I could'a had class. I could'a been a contender.
Submitted by pandorasinbox almost 7 years ago
Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.
Submitted by pandorasinbox about 7 years ago
Too much hope is the opposite of despair. An overpowering love may consume you in the end.
Submitted by paulabuzzard about 7 years ago
Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.
Submitted by laura about 7 years ago