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Quotes About Desperation

And, peering into those dark gulfs, Empty, without beginning or end, And sweating blood, he prayed to his Father That this cup of death might pass.
~ Boris Pasternak
Estoy desesperado y a la vez soy horriblemente feliz. Resulta muy agradable desear algo hasta ese punto.
~ Boris Vian
That was the problem with being desperate. It always made you sloppy.
~ Brad Meltzer
With his long sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or swallow... Some of the...Oh my god…my god What have I done?
~ Bram Stoker
By all you hold sacred, by all you hold dear, by your love that is lost, by your hope that lives, for the sake of the Almighty, take me out of this and save my soul from guilt!
~ Bram Stoker
preserve my sanity, for to this I am reduced. Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past. Whilst I live on here there is but one thing to hope for, that I may not go mad, if, indeed, I be not mad already. If I be sane, then surely it is maddening to think that of all the foul things that lurk in this hateful place.
~ Bram Stoker
When I came in he threw himself on his knees before me and implored me to let him have a cat; that his salvation depended upon it.
~ Bram Stoker
I think many people ill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't.
~ Susanna Kaysen
Once you've posed that question, it won't go away. I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't.
~ Susanna Kaysen
In a strange way we were free. We'd reached the end of the line. We had nothing more to lose.
~ Susanna Kaysen
like putting a gun in your mouth. But you put it there, you taste it, it's cold and greasy, your finger is on the trigger, and you find that a whole world lies between this moment and the moment you've been planning, when you'll pull the trigger. That world defeats you.
~ Susanna Kaysen
Vuoto e noia: che eufemismo. Provavo la desolazione più nera. Desolazione disperazione e depressione. Ci sono altri modi di guardare a tutto ciò? In fondo, una inquietudine di dimensioni tali è un oggetto di lusso. Bisogna essere ben nutriti, vestiti e avere una bella casa, se si vuole aver tempo per tutta questa autocommiserazione.
~ Susanna Kaysen
di interi giorni, non serbo che il ricordo di un'irritata frenesia. Avevo perso ogni senso, ogni rispetto; credevo la mia vita una tragedia mal recitata e perciò avevo urgenza di dimenticare.
~ Susanna Tamaro
Any way I slice reality it comes out poorly, and I feel an urge to not exist, something I have never felt before; and now here it comes with conviction, almost panic. I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.
~ Suzanne Finnamore
Take me now, God! I shout to the inky sky. I´m ready. You´re not ready. You´re not even divorced yet, Bunny says. You cannot die married to that man.
~ Suzanne Finnamore
If I lose you, Eva," he said hoarsely, "I have nothing. Everything I've done is so I don't lose you.
~ Sylvia Day
Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive without you, Eva.
~ Sylvia Day
y acabé triste, desesperada y aterradoramente enamorada.
~ Sylvia Day
He didn't say a word, and I was afraid to, my throat too dry to make speech comfortable. I felt a terrible yearning—the almost desperate need to touch him the way I'd once had a right to. It was hard to believe I'd had him in my bed. Had him inside me. How had I ever had the courage to take on such a man?
~ Sylvia Day
At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. --from Daddy, written 12 October 1962
~ Sylvia Plath
Good to know that if I ever need attention all I have to do is die.
~ Sylvia Plath
To annihilate the world by annihilation of oneself is the deluded height of desperate egoism.
~ Sylvia Plath
Perhaps, perhaps this would be the one to pull me out of my plunge.
~ Sylvia Plath
Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry. --from Withsun, written 14 February 1961
~ Sylvia Plath