Quotes About Desperation

Habla de la desesperación, que fructifica del silencio.

It is a torturously laboured ride home like this. Allyson is desperate for it to end and would like for it to go on forever. Willem is just desperate for it to end. He is so full of wanting that it is painful and Allyson keeps lifting his shirt and licking his back, which she shouldn't do while he's riding a bike because he might pass out (But she shouldn't stop, either.)

Sometimes, the loneliness probably got to be too much and anyone seemed better than no one.

When I thought about it, I understood. Sometimes the loneliness probably got to be too much and anyone seemed better than no one.

That's because I desperately cling to any optimism I can get.

She wasn't quite at the point of stepping out onto the motorway to play with the oncoming traffic, but it was close.

A zombie film is not fun without a bunch of stupid people running around and observing how they fail to handle the situation.

They'll take everything, even your tears.

For example, if a starving man pulls a gun on you and you get the upper hand, you will likely let him go because you will feel sorry for him. That's the kind of person you are." "And what kind of person are you?" His face was hard. "The kind who shoots first.

Their first option is murder, their second option is murder and if that fails they go straight to murder.

Kate?" "Yes?" I managed. "It's me, Julie. Are you dying?" I could tell she desperately wanted a different answer. "I love you." The expression on her face twisted something inside me. I looked from her to Curran. "I love you so much. Both . . ." "You can't die." She grabbed my hand. Tears swelled in her eyes. "You're all I have. Kate, please. Please don't die." My

For a time you can be alone and doing fine and never give a thought to living any other way and then you meet someone and suddenly you become lonely. It stabs at you, almost like a physical pain, and you feel both deprived and angry, deprived because you wish to be with that person, and angry because their absence brings you misery. It's a strange feeling, akin to desperation, a feeling that makes you wait by the phone even though you know that the call is an hour away.

There was no better leash than saving the life of someone you loved. It made people do terrible things.

I'd believed him. He was supposed to be different, to be more. He'd made me hope for things I didn't think I'd ever get. When hope broke, it hurt. Mine was a very big, very desperate hope, and it hurt like a sonovabitch.

We looked at the fire. "This is one hell of a date," I said. "Trapped by a horde of vampires in the middle of a snow-covered field, huddling around a tiny fire on thin blankets," Curran said. "Drink it in, baby. All this luxury just for you." "At least it's not raining." We both looked up just in case a freak downpour decided to drench us, but the night sky was clear. Nothing but stars and desperation.

There was a desperate need about the way he moved, as if he was trying to rend the fabric of reality to pieces. He loved me, I realized. He loved me so much, and the wounds of Nexus had barely scabbed over. The prophecy had pushed him over the edge. He had to vent or it would tear him apart from the inside out.

hated casinos. The lure of easy money brought out the worst in people. The air smelled of greed, disappointment, and desperation.

Desperation is a catalyst that forces us to act," Odalon said. "It summons the last reserves we possess in an effort to extricate us from danger.

Can you play guitar too?" Leon asked. "Because if you can, I'll go kill myself right now." "No, but I can sing a little," Mad Rogan said. "God damn it!" Leon punched the table. "Calm yourself," Bern told him.

In her rare moments of desperation, she wanted a man to look at her like she meant the world to him, and failing that, she would settle for someone who thought she was beautiful and told her

I hated casinos. The lure of easy money brought out the worst in people. The air smelled of greed, disappointment, and desperation.

Dio mio, aiutami!», mormorò. Mai, dalla sua infanzia, aveva pregato. Fulminea lo attraversò l'idea di fermarsi nell'androne di una chiesa che aveva scorto sulla strada. Sì, tornare indietro, inginocchiarsi sui gradini di quella chiesa, implorare Dio!... Ma no, era impossibile, bisognava fare in fretta, fare in fretta!

Up till now, I thought my wife was in some camp in France, in the custody of French soldiers. To learn she is in an uncivilised country, in conditions that are probably atrocious, without money or food and with people whose language she does not even know, is unbearable. It is now no longer a matter of getting her out of a camp sooner rather than later but of saving her life.

They looked around and expected some miracle: a car, a truck, anything that would take them. But nothing came. So they headed out of Paris on foot, past the city gates, dragging their bags behind them in the dust, then on into the suburbs, into the countryside, all the while thinking, "This can't be happening! I must be dreaming!