Quotes About Desperation

O who can cure Poor little Andromeda Naughty naughty Naughty thing Tears run down her childish breast, the song being so sad. The shower has already passed and now the wind ruffles her hair, and it's squalling everywhere… Naughty naughty Miaow Miaow Since no one comes to help me I'll throw myself in the water!

She looked out over the crowd, murmuring, "I wonder if there are any gentlemen here who might be willing to marry me before Wednesday

The slanted light of dawn was rippling through the windowpane, and Miss Anne Sainsbury was huddled beneath her thin blanket, wondering, as she often did, where she would find money for her next meal." That was really good. Even he wanted to know what happened to Miss Sainsbury, and he was making it up.

From the moment I saw you trying to go over the wall, I have loved you desperately. I cannot breathe when you are not near. I love you, Charlotte.

Relax," Edward whispered. Was he mad? There was nothing relaxing about this, nothing that made her want to relax. She wanted to grab and claw and yes, scream as she fought her way to the edge. Except she did not know what that edge was, or what might be on the other side. "Please," she begged, and it didn't even seem to matter that she had no idea what she was begging for. Because he did. Dear God, she hoped he did. If he didn't, she was going to kill him.

Debauchery is perhaps an act of despair in the face of infinity.

I was very insecure approaching the idea of directing a feature film. I told myself I would not move until I felt I was moving in power rather than moving in desperation to make a movie.

Kat was breathing steadily now but Lock knew he would never forget the feeling of relief that had swept over him when he saw her draw that first, shallow gasp as they pushed the stretcher out of the shuttle. He still didn't know why she'd come back to them from the brink of death, only that he was desperate to keep her. "How

That is The Answer, I thought to myself, that dumb moosh is why all those people are banging their heads against the walls. Well, I thought, I suppose they deserve it.

In my experience, men or women who kill out of "hopeless love" suffer from low self-esteem and all that malarkey.

Years have passed since my heart's been anyone's destination,/ and its wounds, in this desolation,/ have lost their sheen--/ Whom can I possibly ask to pour color into them? --from "Two Elegies: 1. Appointments

Blood brothers in desperation Oath of silence for the voice of a generation

la guerra convierte esas evanescentes diferencias en un abismo insondable. La vida y la muerte dejan de ser especulaciones de la razón para transformarse en un dilema urgente, inmediato, desesperado. La vida pasa a ser un cristal frágil y la muerte una posibilidad cercana. Sin

ella pensò allo strano giuoco del destino, alla disperazione fatale delle intenzioni e dei sentimenti.

MADRE: Pues es loca de no haber gritado todo lo que mi pecho necesita. Tengo en mi pecho un grito siempre puesto de pie a quien tengo que castigar y meter entre los mantos.

Yerma. «[…] ¿Qué queréis saber? No os acerquéis, porque he matado a mi hijo. ¡Yo misma he matado a mi hijo!".

Prima tuo padre, che odorava di garofano e non me lo sono goduta neanche tre anni. Poi tuo fratello. E ti pare giusto, è mai possibile che una cosa piccola come una pistola o un coltello possa finire un uomo che è un toro? Non smetterei mai di parlarne. Passano i mesi e la disperazione mi brucia gli occhi e su su fino alla punta dei capelli.

yo, poeta sin brazos, perdido entre la multitud que vomita, sin caballo efusivo que corte los espesos musgos de mis sienes.

My head is full of fire and grief and my tongue runs wild, pierced with shards of glass.

Entonces supe, por primera vez, que hay que cultivar los recuerdos en el agua, que el agua elabora lo que en ella se refleja y que recibe el pensamiento. En caso de desesperación no hay que entregar el cuerpo al agua; hay que entregar a ella el pensamiento; ella lo penetra y él nos cambia el sentido de la vida.

It is well known that lust brings madness and desperation and ruin. But upon my oath, I never meant any harm. All I wanted was to be happy, to love and to be loved in return, and for my life to count for something. That is not madness, is it?

This time he was underwater, running, feet sinking deeper and deeper into the seabed. The surface was within reach if he raised his arms, but he couldn't get his head out of the water. He had to breathe. The compulsion to inhale was huge. But he couldn't, musn't. Still he ran, getting nowhere, each frantic step burying his feet in the wet sand until he was no longer able to lift them. Finally, with one great gulp, he opened his mouth, his lungs to the flood of seawater.

J'ai hurlé dans le noir des parois de mon ventre quand j'ai demandé après toi. L'enfermée le sang la tache.

If someone throws aside their pride and begs with all their heart, and if they do so in vain, then they are never quite the same person afterwards. Something in them dies, and something else comes to life.