Quotes About Desperation

District Twelve. Where you can starve to death in safety,

No he dejado de temblar. Quizá la chica no se acuerde de mí, aunque sé que me engaño: no se te olvida la cara de la persona que era tu última esperanza. Me pregunto si disfrutará viéndome morir.

District Twelve. Where you can starve to death in

Go on, shoot me. And he goes down with me and you win. Go on. I'm dead anyway. I always was, right? I just couldn't tell until now.

Se supone que estás enamorada, preciosa, y el chico se está muriendo. ¡Dame algo con lo que pueda trabajar!».

Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him.

The snow's red and littered with undersized body parts. Many of the children die immediately, but others lie in agony on the ground. Some stagger around mutely, staring at the remaining silver parachutes in their hands, as if they still might have something precious inside. I

The snow's red and littered with undersized body parts. Many of the children die immediately, but others lie in agony on the ground. Some stagger around mutely, staring at the remaining silver parachutes in their hands, as if they still might have something precious inside. I can tell the Peacekeepers didn't know this was coming by the way they are yanking away the barricades, making a path to the children.

It was pathetic, but he needed every drop of approval he could get.

Trying to shout her name above the roar. I'm almost there, almost to the barricade, when I think she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that's when the rest of the parachutes go off.

The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!" But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she'll be lost as well. "Prim, let go!" And finally she does.

Let me die. Let me follow the others,

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him. Running.

But that's the thing with pain—you'll do anything to make it stop. I'm not proud of myself. I'm not proud of the

Desperate feelings can swivel into loathing.

Desperation sometimes drives innovation.

I've done the most awful rubbish in order to have somewhere to go in the morning.

When I became a songwriter, it was out of some sort of desperation. I needed to create something. I had to latch on to something, and the guitar was what I grabbed.

Creating something beautiful out of pain helps ease the pain. So, that's kind of how I got to songwriting - quite honestly out of desperation.

Actually, I feel music becoming more and more important. It's a big source of inspiration. With what's going on in the world, we feel almost desperate. Music also brings you peace.

It all comes down to this: when you recognise your loneliness in another person, when you see desperation so familiar to yours written across someone else, you can't just let them leave.

I learned much too late that what you called love was nothing but a desperate and irrational fear of a life lived alone.

I can't do this to you, ' he said, drawing back. Emily put her hand on his and pulled the gun to her temple. 'Then do it for me, ' she said.

I thought three minutes and twelve seconds would undo me. Now I'm trapped. I cannot survive in this elevator. Not with him, Not for much longer Another second.