Quotes About Desperation

Once there was a certain lady . . . And she had no children, and generally no happiness either. And so first she cried for a long time, and then she became wicked . . .

Tego jeszcze brakowaÅ'o!" - i od tej chwili myÅ›li Stiopy pobiegÅ'y dwutorowo, ale, jak to siÄ™ zwykle dzieje w chwili katastrofy, w jednym kierunku i w ogóle diabli wiedzÄ… dokÄ…d.

Of course, when people have been robbed of everything, like you and me, they seek salvation from other-worldly powers!

Ah, so?!' Ivan said, turning around with a wild and hunted look. 'Well, then… Goodbye!' And he rushed head first into the windowblind. The crash was rather forceful, but the glass behind the blind gave no crack, and in an instant Ivan Nikolaevich was struggling in the hands of the orderlies. He gasped, tried to bite, shouted: 'So that's the sort of windows you've got here!

Oh, gods, gods, why do you punish me? . . . Yes, no doubt, this is it, this is it again, the invincible, terrible illness . . . hemicrania, when half of the head aches . . . there's no remedy for it, no escape . . . I'll try not to move my head . . .

She must either forget him or die herself. It was impossible to go on like this. Impossible! She must forget him, forget him at any cost! But she could not forget him, that was the trouble.

Do you know, Princess, said I with a shade of annoyance, that one should never spurn a repentant sinner, for out of sheer desperation he may become twice as sinful . . .

Sin saberlo, el hombre compone su vida de acuerdo con las leyes de la belleza aun en los momentos de más profunda desesperación.

Sa che se la insulta è perché vuole essere ascoltato, guardato, preso in considerazione. [...] Se lo amasse, anche soltanto un poco, proverebbe tenerezza di fronte a quell'esplosione di disperata impotenza.

What will a man not do when frantic with love? To what baseness will he not demean himself? What pangs will he not make others suffer, so that he may ease his selfish heart?

Desperate love is always the toughest way to do it.

So they were desperately in love and being desperately in love involves a desperate existence.

You'll probably die if you stay with me, ' he told me.'Then I'm dead either way, because I won't survive without you.

You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.

She threw herself on her knees, and raising up her hands, cried the same words in tones which wrung my heart. Then she tore her hair and beat her breast, and abandoned herself to all the violences of extravagant emotion.

I know now the span of my life. God help me!

La desesperación tiene sus propias calmas.

Oh, if we had only had them earlier we might have saved poor Lucy! Stop; that way madness lies!

The images I had were of people being driven mad by living in the city. Images of parents who were so hungry and unfulfilled that they ate their own children.

a drug dealer on Thirteenth Street who offers me crack and blindly I wave a fifty at him and he says "Oh, man" gratefully and shakes my hand, pressing five vials into my palm which I proceed to eat whole and the crack dealer stares at me, trying to mask his deep disturbance with an amused glare, and I grab him by the neck and croak out, my breath reeking, "The best engine is in the BMW 750iL

While walking back to the highway I stop, choke back a sob, my throat tightens. I just want to... Facing the skyline, through all the baby talk, I murmur, keep the game going. As I stand, frozen in position, an old woman emerges behind a Threepenny Opera poster at a deserted bus stop and she's homeless and begging, hobbling over, her face covered with sores that look like bugs, holding out a shaking red hand. Oh will you please go away? I sigh. She tells me to get a haircut.

The Patty Winters Shows were all repeats. Life remained a blank canvas, a cliche, a soap opera. I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was bone season for me and I needed a vacation. I needed to go to the Hamptons.

In desperation we may agree to pay any price. Only later do we learn the true cost. —MENTAT PEARTEN, new Lampadas school archives

Man, it really gets me down. When everything's exhausted there's nothing left. The rate I was running, it wouldn't be long. Then what? What's next? What's the score? I can't handle the rest of my life suspended in boredom. Such a chore! Gonna burn out because I can't stand to fade away. Get it all in fast and get out. No turning back now. It's just the way it is, the way I need to be.