Quotes About Desperation

I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.

O my Homunculus, I am ill. I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling. From the poem Cut, 24 October 1962

I had lost all perspective; I was wandering in a desperate purgatory (with a gray man in a gray boat in a gray river: an apathetic Charon dawdling upon a passionless phlegmatic River Styx ... and a petulant Christ child bawling on the train ... ).

I simply don't know what to do. All joy and hope is gone.

I would find the words to tell him how I was so scared, as if I were being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out.

Then something bent down and took hold of me and shook me like the end of the world. Whee-ee-ee-ee-ee, it shrilled, through an air crackling with blue light, and with each flash a great jolt drubbed me till I thought my bones would break and the sap fly out of me like a split plant. I wondered what terrible thing it was I had done.

Let me be strong, strong with sleep and strong with intelligence and strong with bone and fiber; let me learn, through this desperation, to spread myself out: to know where and to whom to give:

Tunsin itseni veltoksi ja hylätyksi, olin kuin jonkin pelottavan eläimen luoma nahka. Oli helpotus päästää irti eläimestä, mutta se näytti vieneen mukanaan minun sieluni ja kaiken muun, mihin se saattoi iskeä kyntensä.

Bir yerlerde, biri, beni az?c?k da olsa anl?yor mu, az?c?k da olsa seviyor mu? Bütün çaresizliÄŸimle, ideallerimle, her ÅŸeyimle -hayat? seviyorum. Ama bu çok zor ve öÄŸreneceÄŸim daha çok, çok ÅŸey var. Galiba zaman zaman deliriyorum.

So much for selflove: I carry it with me like a dear cancerous relative - to be disposed of only when desperation sets in.

the razor slitting the stomach, and the life throbbing away, red flood by red flood - I lay crouched, kneeling on the khaki quilt on the living room floor where there was air

The man dabbed briefly at his lip with his bloody sleeve end and then cocked back his head and laughed. The sound was sharp and joyless and desperate.

There is no water, so things are bad. If there were water, it would be better. But there is no water.

but sometimes when things go very wrong and even the highest are frightened, innocence is not enough for salvation.

Everything now had been taken from him, his striving after goodness, his hopes, his pride, even that human revenge upon fate--to destroy his own life-- for he was invulnerable. A terrible predicament he was in, to be utterly suicidal, and unable to perish.

It was his second day without water, a matter between himself and death.

Unable to confess, they had pleaded to be given peace, pleaded with tears, cries, and ghoulish murders.

He was as needy as she was. Alvin Finch only wanted to be needed. Loved. And absent of either, he resorted to deflecting his pain by killing. Just like a teenager might resort to deflecting the pain of rejection by cutting. People did a lot of crazy things to be wanted.

When you have a desperate love for God,' Father Micheal would say, 'the comforts of this world feel like paper flowers. They are easily put aside. If you really have God's love.

I'm not living with you. We occupy the same cage. (Maggie)

And so tonight we're going to make the lie true, and when that's done, I'll bring the liquor back here and we'll get drunk together, here, tonight, in this place that death has come into...

desperate or lonely, I always believed there was a light somewhere beyond my ability to see.

That same piercing screech in her voice every time at the hospital. "Do something!" When I slit my wrists. "Help her!" The last time too. "Somebody help her. Help us!" You're helpless, both of you. All of us.

God, please," I scream, "help, Mom, he is going to kill me!" And she is standing just where she was three minutes ago. Three minutes ago my life was different. Three minutes ago I could have made it out of here intact, but now Ã¢â'¬Â¦