When hope is gone, time is punishment.

The only chance of life lies in giving up all hope of it.

We have lost the courage to hope.

Death is here and death is there,
Death is busy everywhere,
All around, within, beneath,
Above is death - and we are death.

Death has set his mark and seal
On all we are and all we feel,
On all we know and all we fear,

First our pleasures die - and then
Our hopes, and then our fears - and when
These are dead, the debt is due,
Dust claims dust - and we die too.

All things that we love and cherish,
Like ourselves must fade and perish;
Such is our rude mortal lot -
Love itself would, did they not.

She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this.
And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

the failure of hope has a name: it is called suffering.

Adulthood involves learning to conclusively bury a great many of our hopes.

For hope is dead, for hope is dead.

Life is absolutely unbearable. And we're going to die.

We are not subject to our own wills, our own desires. But to the fates and the fortunes that the gods hand to us. The future is turned before our eyes into wrenching heartache, into ashes and to splinters. From today I know that truly hope is dead. I ask you again, you who watch, how can there ever be any ending than this? First silence. Then darkness.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

I must confess, by death here, I can understand nothing but a ceasing to be, the losing of all actions of life and sense.

If we lose love and self respect for each other,this is how we finally die

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!