Quotes: Despair Event Horizon
"They look like big, good, strong
hands. Don't they? I always thought that's what they were. My little friends. The little man with his racing snail, the Nighthob, even the stupid bat. I couldn't hold on
to them. The Nothing... pulled them right out of my hands. I failed."
is a dark and lonely place."
: Dammit, this always happens! I think I'm gonna score, and then I never score! It's not fair! We've traveled, um, a hundred miles 'cause we thought we were gonna score! But now it's not gonna happen! Dammit! Bus Driver
: Hey, buddy, sit down! Beavis
: Shut up, ass-wipe! I'm sick and tired of this! We're never gonna score! It's just not gonna happen! We're just gonna get old like these people, but they've probably scored! Bus Driver
: Hey, I'm warning you! SIT DOWN! Beavis
: It's like, this chick's a slut! And look at this guy - he's old, but he's probably scored a million times! Old Guy
: Oh, yeah! Beavis
: But not us! We're never gonna score! We're never gonna score! WE'RE NEVER GONNA SCORE!
"Some savior I am... I couldn't even save Yurin.
Don't push me, Cuz I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head...
"I would like to see my brother." "I'm sure he's very busy." "Yes....yes."
"The gods of Olympus have abandoned me. Now there is no hope."
"I have taught you many ways to kill a mortal, Kratos; flesh that burns, bones that break. But to break a man's spirit, is to truly destroy him!"
That little boy quit trying. He just walked away. There were teardrops on his face. Tell me, how would you feel? You'd probably give up too,
'If nobody believed in you.
— Joe Nichols, "If Nobody Believed In You"
"Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there.
The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do.
Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.
This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us.
Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach.
Does that answer your questions, Doctor?"
"I didn't understand all the difficult words but... I did understand that all the pain I had suffered was supposed to have been yours, Ganta
wasn't Ace Man... but rather the cause of my suffering."
, reflecting on the day she found out that she was a replacement subject for Ganta
in Deadman Wonderland
"You know, apart from the fact that I'll never again experience joy in my life, I don't think Red Zone Cuba had any kind of negative effect on me".
"It wasn't just the baby that died that day; something inside Sick Boy was lost and never returned. It seemed that he had no theory with which to explain a moment like this. Nor did I. Our only response was to keep on going and fuck everything: pile misery upon misery, heap it up on a spoon and dissolve it with a drop of bile, then squirt it into a stinking, prurient vein and do it all over again; keep on going, getting up, going out, robbing, stealing, fucking people over, propelling ourselves with longing towards the day that it would all go wrong, because no matter how much you stash, or how much you steal, you never have enough. No matter how often you go out and rob and fuck people over, you always need to get up and do it all over again."
"It's over. Everything, I did everything wrong. I want my life back. I want it back before everything got fucked up. I want to be a baby again. I want to be new. I want to be new."
"My name is Oerba Dia Vanille. I'm a L'Cie, from Gran Pulse, and to everyone on Cocoon, evil. Shoot me! For your son!"
Murdered in the heart of the Chantry, by those who held a sacred trust. What hope for this city, when we fail our own so completely?"
"Look at it all. Why don't they just drown us as infants? Why wait? Why give us the illusion of hope?"
...doesn't really care about anything anymore.
— Appears in the profile of any sufficiently traumatized character in Dwarf Fortress
Someday for sure, I will bring death upon her.
It seems in the end... that I... was the greatest fool of all...
There was a time I could see. And I have
seen... boys like these - younger
even - their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there is nothing
like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that.
I... Used to be so beautiful...
"They... They fucking killed her! Oh, Xiu
"As the Prince of Hope, I am uniquely qualified to recognize wwhen
all hope is lost."
Now I can't go on, I can't even start I got nothing left, just an empty heart I'm a soldier, wounded so I must give up the fight There's nothing more for me, lead me away Or leave me lying here
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find. I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind.
Our time has passed John.
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
And if I die no soul shall pity me.
Nay, wherefore should they? Since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself.
I looked into the eyes of the dragon... and despaired.
: Is that all you can do? Make cheap, tasteless jokes when your friend dies? Have you given up? Have you given up completely? The Doctor
: It wasn't a joke. But yes, I have given up. Sort of. Look around, Jack. Look at what's happened. Look at what's happening. Face it—no matter what I saw—we're not getting out of this in one piece. Jenny really was the spirit of the twenty-first century. If she's dead, that means the century--and everyone living in it--dies with her
. It's time you did what I did, Jack. Not give up. Not exactly. But accept the inevitable. If these are the last moments of the universe, do you really want to spend them whining and fighting? Hawksmoor
Sitting there on the floor, Louis put his face in his hands and began to weep. He had lost all interest in his father-in-law, in the MX missile, in permanent versus dissolving sutures, in the heat death of the universe. At that moment, Louis Creed wished he were dead.