"It was pressed upon me by every object within sight or hearing, animate or inanimate. The silver trump of freedom had roused my soul to eternal wakefulness. Freedom now appeared, to disappear no more forever. It was heard in every sound, and seen in every thing. It was ever present to torment me with a sense of my wretched condition. I saw nothing without seeing it, I heard nothing without hearing it, and felt nothing without feeling it. It looked from every star, it smiled in every calm, breathed in every wind, and moved in every storm." - Fredrick Douglass

I once again found this in English class. Even though Douglass is speaking of slavery and freedom, I find that many times me or once of my friends will feel like this. SItuations can sometimes bind us to a feeling of despair.