Quotes About Desperation

I can't imagine anything worse than being just left alone, scared out of your mind.

My desperation for UKIP to do well meant that I really packed the diary and the day in a way that, frankly, wasn't very bright.

I was on stage and I was like I will pay someone to do my time, not only will I expect NOT to be paid, but I will pay someone if I can run off stage right now. It was so bad.

I know it's a film and all of that, and it's a Hollywood film, but it kind of feels like this sometimes, when you're in pain and it hurts, and you're desperate. Or you are about to cross some moral line and it's so seductive and you just do... and all that.

Three and a half years in L.A. was enough for me. I would love to go back for short bursts if a film opportunity came up, but it's a unique place, and you can reach saturation point. For me it was a place where creative desire and ambition meets desperation. It's in the air; it's palpable - I just didn't want to be around that.

I became bitter, hard, cold. I was always on a panic - couldn't buy clothes or a good place to live.

When you sell in desperation, you always sell cheap.

problem. These people tore the catheters from their arms

So I lowered the sails ... and once I had lowered them there was nothing more I could do except pray. So I prayed. And between times I turned to one of my sailing manuals to see what advice it contained for me. It was like being in hell with instructions." 50

Catell reached forward, lunging and the world jarred with a screeching searing flame of red that weaved, burst, and then sank sharply into itself, leaving nothing but a total dead black.

Uelskede har en tilbøjelighed til altid på ny at lade sig overmande af de livsformer, de bliver syge af. Når dette sker, synker de dybere og dybere ned i deres uelskethed. Kærligheden er fortsat ulevet.

Extreme poverty is not only a condition of unsatisfied material needs. It is often accompanied by a degrading state of powerlessness.

measured his own length in the Flemish mud and skidded forward, all elbows and knees; then he jerked erect again, breathless, desperate and angered, at the heart of a sudden

Mothers began to bet on their sickly children's lives

We were all in it together, of course, desperate to regain some hypothetical upper hand by any means necessary.

You know what happens when you keep a dog locked away from every living thing, except you visit once a day and kick the shit out of him?" Perreault laughed nervously. "Someone actually tried that?" "What happens is, the dog's a social animal, and it gets so lonely it actually looks forward to the shit-kicking. It asks to be kicked. It begs.

So much anger in here. So much hate. So much to take out on someone. This time it's going to count. She's adrift in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, three hundred kilometers from land. She's alone. She has nothing to eat. It doesn't matter. None of it matters. She's alive; that alone gives her the upper hand.

The water's too deep to stand in now— ...feebly treading water although her limbs must be frozen almost to paralysis. It's a pointless effort, a brainstem effort; last duties discharged, last options exhausted, still the body grabs for those last few seconds, brief suffering still somehow better than endless nonexistence.

Gelmesinden ba?ka ?ifam yoktur. Gelmezse, yeryüzünde hiç bir güzel canl? ve enteresan ?eyin beni oyalayamayaca??n? dü?ünmenin verdi?i bir ümitsizlik de?heti içinde yerime oturur, gözlerimi buzlu camlar?n yar? karanl?k zemininde oynayan kaderin par?lt?lar?na dikerim.

Poverty and desperation are the parents of ambition. (character Norm Woodruff)

To support his cocaine habit, Richard committed scores of burglaries. Without difficulty, he was earning the money he needed for the cocaine—which was now between $1,200 and $1,500 a week. The fences at the bus terminal gladly bought whatever he had of worth, though they preferred televisions, stereos, jewelry, stamp collections, watches, any kind of gold, and diamonds.

There was a surprising apparent enthusiasm for the war among homosexuals, some of whom went to war in the hope 'that a bullet might put an end to their life which they regard as being a complete failure from their point of view of the present conditions and notions.

But in my wretched efforts to stay alive at almost any cost I could still hurt and be hurt in my turn, and as long as death's black barrel organ was playing it seemed I would have to dance to the cheerless, doom-filled tune that was turning inexorably on the drum, like some liveried monkey with a terrified rictus on its face and a tin cup in its hand. That didn't make me unusual; just German.

But I now had a keener appreciation of why people became Nazis in the first place; perhaps it was like he said: that they wanted to get away from dead-end, no-account places like Saarbrücken, wanted to achieve some sort of status among their fellow men, wanted their shitty, insignificant lives to mean something, even if they could find that meaning only in being mean to others—Jews, mostly, but anyone who didn't agree with them would do.