Hopelessness Quotes Novels & Stories

"That's why I'm here. That's why I'm fighting for her. Because I love her. Because she's my life." He nodded slowly, his eyes filled with a deep, unspoken sadness. "I know, Mr. Dela Merced. I know." He left me alone with Hope, the silence in the room a heavy blanket of despair. I looked at her, her face pale and still, her breathing shallow and erratic. Sometimes, the weight of despair became too heavy to bear, the whispers of doubt too loud to ignore. The thought of waiting, of hoping for a miracle that might never come, felt like an impossible dream.

Sabi niya pa. "Oy kayo lang ah." Natawa naman kami ng sumingit si Patrick. "O siya, sige." Humarap ako kay Axel. "To the birthday boy, wish you all the best in life. And a lifetime with you. But if it's not me, I wish you are doing well in life with your future. I'm not saying this na baka ayaw ko na sa'yo or susuko na ako. Pero sometimes napapaisip kasi ako, if magiging tayo ba talaga sa huli. But as for now, I want to enjoy and treasure the days we have together. Let's enjoy the present and not to worry about our future." I smiled, trying to hide my tears and sadness.

“Malaki ang paniniwala namin sa ‘yo. At ang pangarap mong makuha ang hustisya para sa tunay mong mga magulang, palagi naming susuportahan ng daddy mo. Tutulungan ka namin. Makukuha natin ang hustisya.” And perhaps, hope is still out there... sa oras ng unos ng buhay ay hindi natin makita ang liwanag pero hindi ito nangangahulugang wala ito. Maaaring natatakpan lamang ng ulap ng pagluluksa, hirap, at lungkot. Pero aandar ang oras at muli rin itong magpapakita. Light will show up at the end of the tunnel.

Itinaas ni Bruce ang kanyang malaking kutsilyo at ang talim ay kumikinang ng maliwanag. “Gagawin ko ang lahat. Kukulayan ko ng dugo ang mga kalye kung hindi mo sila pakakawalan. Kahit pabagsakin mo ako, kakaladkarin ko ang lahat ng makakaya ko. Alam kong maraming powerhouse ang Hopeless City, ngunit hindi ko hahayaang patayin mo ako ng ganoon kadali. Magkakaroon ako ng sapat na oras para patayin ang kahit ilan sa iyong mga tao."

And with that, she had gone back inside, slamming the door behind her. Tears nonstop pricked my eyes as I stood there, paralyzed. I felt the weight of everyone's stares, their silent judgment cutting deeper than her words. Napaluhod na lang ako sa kawalan ng pag-asa. Dahan-dahan kong pinagpupulot ang ibang nakakalat na ibang gamit sa paligid. The shame almost too much to bear. Homeless. Jobless. Helpless. Hopeless , and broke.

Pero mas mabuti pa 'tong katahimikan na 'to kesa sa ingay ng mga taong hindi naman talaga nakikinig. Huminga ako nang malalim, pilit sinasalo ang bigat ng buong mundo sa dibdib ko. "Ma..." I whispered. "If you can hear me... kahit konti lang...gusto ko lang malaman kung may pag-asa pa ba." "Ito na ba 'yon? Is this the end of me? Is this the moment people will remember me for......." My voice cracked. "I don't know....how to keep going."

"Hindi mo pwedeng pilitin lahat para lang umayon sa gusto mo, Liliana... I hope someday you will learn that." Hindi na siya nagsalita pa at nanatili na lang nakikinig habang nakayuko pero nanatiling nakatayo sa harapan ko, hindi na nga lang magakagalaw pa. "Kung ipagpapatuloy mo ang pagiging rason ng paghihirap ng iba, you, yourself will be no longer happy, wala patutunguhan ang lahat kung pipiliin mong punuin ang sarili mo ng inggit, selos at kung ano pang negatibo mong paguugali," mahaba kong sinabi nagsilbing payo na sa kanya.

"It's been so hard finding you that I don't know what to do anymore. But I tried to find hope in the darkest of days, and focus on the brightest. I do not judge the universe." "Bakit pa-" "Let me finish, Claire." He didn't even let me finish my words.

"You are my other half, how am I suppose to live when you're gone?" "How could I live." I shouted out of fear and sadness. Half of my life, disappeared just like that. -E.I-

"The man who seeks revenge digs two graves." -Ken Kessey Have you ever felt a numbness in your heart that makes you want to just stop everything? Do you feel alive but feel like you're not breathing at all? Is it as if your body is an empty vessel drifting aimlessly? That your head is under the water, submerged in sadness, while your soul has been wounded innumerable times by the world's poisonous needle? And you just want to sleep until everything is already alright and everyone has forgotten or moved on from what happened.