Quotes About Desperation

Desperate? That can be a justification for all kinds of behavior.

You're right", I told him desperately."I can get others to do what you do. They won't be as good, but...okay. It could work. But it doesn't matter because no matter how good they are, they can't replace you. They can't because I don't need you only for what you can do. I need you...for you.

The guy appeared to be on the verge of tears. "Zere is no more bread," he confessed tragically, like someone admitting witchcraft to the Inquisition.

I don't know what I'd do if for some reason I was no longer able to write. Commit murder, perhaps. At the very least, torture and mayhem.

Not only were we naked, crazed, and starving (and far from our warm little homes); we were without any good books as well.

There was a new king and his name was pestilence. And he had created a new law - thou shalt do anything to survive.

One day, kid, you'll be willing to mortage your fucking soul for somebody.

Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons

And I can't get to her. My girl is half naked and dying and I can't get to her! I push forward. I ice solid. I crack it and pull back. Fuck!

I hear a guttural sound followed by a weak sigh and look back at the bodies. "I'm going to kill the kid," Barrons says faintly. Ryodan makes a burbling sound like a bloody laugh. I don't think he even has the parts left to laugh with. "Get in line.

Och, Christ, woman," he hissed. Devouring the space between them in two strides, he cupped her jaw with one big hand, tipped her face up, and claimed her mouth in a kiss. Once, twice, three times. Then he drew back and glared down at her. "I thought you were dead. I couldn't fucking get out of there and I thought of a thousand things I'd done wrong and imagined a million deaths for you. Kiss me, Jessica. Show me you're alive.

known," Dani said miserably. "She hangs here. Likes Chester's. I been hunting her. Guess she knew it. Ow!" She touched her mouth. Her lips were cracked, oozing. It looked as if her teeth were about to start falling out. Tears stung my eyes. I slammed my palms into the frozen Gray Woman.

Should any of us be desperate enough to find our own solution and dare to take action, we would have been pronounced to be the lowest of all disobedient wives

I swim with all my strength. No superhuman surge, or pony heroics; it's just me at my most desperate.

Hundreds of our old neighbors, friends, coworkers, and teachers are new insomniacs. They file for dream bankruptcy, appeal for Slumber Corps aid, wait to be approved for a sleep donor. It is a special kind of homelessness, says our mayor, to be evicted from your dreams. I believe our mayor is both genuinely concerned for his insomniac constituency, and also pandering to a powerfully desperate new voting block.

There were 675 people in his village, he says, but one-tenth of them have perished in the past three months. 'It began in November and the children were the first to begin dying.' We are eating some leaves, but the people don't have the strength to look for food any more.

Least Convincing Denial over Eating One's Crew

lacerating pilgrimage…the disruptive and expensive treks from specialist to specialist, city to city, trying to buy hope." Or what Pearl S. Buck, years earlier about her own retarded and autistic child, calls, "That long journey of which parents of such children know so well…Driven by conviction that there must be someone who can cure…we

Hawk was like a man gone mad. He'd hardly slept all night for worrying about her, and here she was, calmly riding back to Fort Laramie and her lover. He longed, at that moment, to put his hands around her slender throat and choke some sense into her.

knew that this was the world I was in now, a vile dirty place where I was alone, alone, alone.

There must be a great many of them here who think as I do, and we dare not say a word to each other out of our desperation, we are speechless animals letting ourselves be destroyed, and why? Does anybody here believe the things we say to each other?

Misery loves company, but today . . . today misery wanted to be alone.

Eating someone was such a big step. He

Thus we see everyone—young and old, women, laborers, professionals, politicians, and actors—seeking the "truth" about their future. This sort of crowd will always find another crowd: sorcerers, soothsayers, astrologers, card readers, prana therapists, and fortune-tellers of all kinds. Those who turn to them are motivated by chance, or hope, or desperation, or as an experiment.