Quotes About Desperation

Desperation is always unattractive, no matter how justified.

Her cheeks burned afresh at the memory of that final night before her departure from Sibu. She had gone to his berth out in the saloon and pleaded with him to let her stay—sinking every last vestige of pride in her desperation to be with him. Only he hadn't cared. He'd told her roughly to get back to her cabin and stop making a fool of herself. Next time he needed a woman, he had said, he would make sure it was one and not some silly little girl with romantic notions.

We are, all of us, crippled and twisted. Most of us strive desperately to keep our grotesqueries out of sight and mind. Our suffering is transformed by an alchemy of the soul into addiction, ulcers, strokes, hatred, even war.

What was it about not knowing a person that allowed you to wonder whether she might be the answer to all your problems?

Ronnie is the most malleable character I've ever met and a real chameleon. He doesn't really know who he is. It's not insincere. He's just looking for a home. He has a sort of desperation for brotherly love. He needs to belong.

We feed on the world in increasingly desperate attempts to compensate for feelings of incompleteness, separation, and alienation. This is a sorry way to live.

The situation in the angle was critical. Faint from loss of blood and terribly ill, gritting his teeth in a vain attempt to withstand the severe pain, Lon asked Fuger to order the two remaining guns double-shotted with canister.94

I was amazed when I looked into her eyes – the eyes of a hunted, a cornered animal – seeking, seeking, always in the hope of something. . . She is possessed . . .And why is she possessed? Because she does not live the life that makes sense. Hers is a life utterly, grotesquely banal. . .with no point in it at all. If she dies today, nothing has happened, nothing has vanished – because she was nothing!

He ain't gettin' nowhere and he's losin' his share, He must have gone crazy out there.—Michael Burton, "Night Rider's Lament

He seemed almost too exuberant, she thought. As if he was happy but with a bit of desperation thrown in.

Now that they got you little girls they won't have no use for me," she said, and a single tear snaked down her cheek.

I've read everything, man, I've tried macrobiotics psychoanalysis drugs acupuncture suicide yoga dance swimming jogging astrology roller-skating Marxism Candomblé gay clubs ecology, all that's left is this knot in my chest, so now what do I do?

Tem coisa mais autodestrutiva do que insistir sem fé nenhuma?

The kind of cold that comes when the heart gives up on itself and abandons hope, a cold no fire on on earth could ever warm.

By her desperate actions, she drove others to desperation, and so we came to be deprived of our brightest ally , our purest colors.

He had lost almost everything, and nothing was as dangerous as a person who had nothing more to lose.

desperate people can make themselves believe anything!

Threats betray the speaker by proving that he has failed to influence events in any other way. Most often they represent desperation, not intention.

You crossed the water, left me ashore It killed me enough, but you wanted more You blew up the bridge, a mad terrorist Waved from your side, through me a kiss I started to follow but realized too late There was nothing but air underneath my feet" —from the song "Bridge" on the Collateral Damage album

I can't lose you again. It really will kill me this time.

Adam is mumbling something now. In a low voice. Over and over he is saying: please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Finally, he stops and looks at my face. "Please, Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

I want it all to go away. I want to go away. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be in this suspended state where I can see what's happening, where I'm aware of what I'm feeling without being able to actually feel it. I cannot scream until my throat hurts or break a window with my fist until my hand bleeds, or pull my hair out in clumps until the pain in my scalp overcomes the one in my heart.

Cruzaste las aguas, me dejaste en la orilla; eso ya supuso mi muerte, pero aún quisiste más. Volaste el puente, cual terrorista rabiosa, y desde tu ribera me mandaste un beso. Empecé a seguirte, pero advertí, demasiado tarde, que bajo mis pies sólo había aire.

I cannot scream until my throat hurts or break a window with my fist until my hand bleeds, or pull my hair out in clumps until the pain in my scalp overcomes the one in my heart