“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I had noticed the changes, of course, and became very despairing. [...]

[...] The past contains for each of you some moments of joy, strength, creativity and splendor, as well as episodes of unhappiness, despair perhaps, turmoil and cruelty. [...]

[...] It promotes feelings of despair that directly hamper genetic activity. [...]

[...] You are running down alleys of despair and you need this doorway into physical reality of which I have told you. [...]

[...] It is one thing to be poor and hungry and disease-ridden without knowledge and with a sense of hopelessness and despair, and it is another to decide, of your own will, to deprive your body for a purpose of your own. [...]

[...] Despair and self-destructive tendencies can so alter the chemical composition that a malignant tumor could develop, again in the abdominal area.

[...] When a crisis situation arose or when he became lost in despair, an acceleration began that he pretended not to notice, and Augustus Two would appear.

The children were also obviously involved, and the accident would give them a new lease on life, for they had sensed an overall pervading sense of despair that lay at the family’s center stone, so to speak.

[...] Again, beliefs that foster despair are biologically destructive. [...]

[...] With a gesture of despair, she waved at the floor-to-ceiling bookcases and at the magazines piled on the coffee table. [...]

As the days passed Jane kept putting me off about doing the translation, until finally I grew resentful and despairing at her refusal to cooperate. [...]

[...] Instead, we despaired over her physical condition as the weeks passed. [...]

[...] I was left caught as we talked after I’d read her poem: suspended between despair for my wife and the hope that she would choose to go on living, in our terms.

I had kept my very strong feelings for Jane to myself, or so I’d thought, and despaired at the idea of never seeing her again. [...]