I am in
utter despair at this shabby shambolic pretence of independence.
Not exact matches
Woody Allen once remarked that humanity is
at a crossroads: «One path leads to
despair and
utter hopelessness, the other to total extinction.
Yes, he was in the midst of his struggle to dedicate his life to the living God, in the passionate storm of his deepest love relationship, and in
utter despair as he experienced Germany's ruin
at the end of the First World War.
But
utter political
despair,
at least, may be premature.
At the same time, the horror of hell, as real deprivation on the part of those who were loveless, because they could not love nor accept love, finds its parallel in the state of lovelessness and hence of
utter despair, concerning which this psychology has so much to say.
The following passage, written
at a time when it would have been quite «realistic» to
despair of Israel's future, may serve to exemplify the trust to which the revelatory promise calls us, not least in situations of
utter desperation:
Well, I got stuck in the middle alcove somewhere in the torso and Mr. Hitten
at one point, in
utter despair and desperation, said more or less, what the high school teacher had said, «I'm going to promote you to life, not because you deserve it, but because I can't do anything with you.»
I sat in
utter awe of both men, raising my fist, yelling, «yes», vacillating between inhalations of great pride for Mr. Gore and his colleagues; their eloquence, tireless work; urgency, facts, warnings, hearts, hope, faith and intelligence, then exhaling in gut wrenching
despair at what could have been if Mr. Gore were our elected President today.