Quotes About Desperation

she would convince herself that she wasn't destined for Hell because in all other ways she led a good life. An exemplary life. And though she understood that works alone could not buy one's salvation, the fact that she wanted so desperately to behave well was a favorable indication.

God, I wrote, I don't know if you care about my heart or my life, but if you do, I desperately need you. Or maybe you're already doing something and I'm oblivious. I don't know how this works. I'm at the end. Break through. I don't want to hurt my kids. I don't want to hurt my husband. I don't want to hurt the church. And I don't want to hurt you. Please help me.

All cults are personality cults. All cults are really extensions of whoever the cult leader is. So, whatever the prejudices, the worldview and the ideas of the cult leader are they will be chanted back at him by the crowd. Until massive social and economic inequality as well as the betrayal of the country by the elite are confronted and remedied, this yearning for a cult leader will not go away. Desperate people are looking for somebody to save them.

We are in the grip of what Kierkegaard called sickness unto death - the numbing of the soul by despair that leads to moral and physical debasement.

I've seen schizophrenics who are so hopeless, you couldn't cheer them, and their lives are miserable and they end up as suicides. That's not right.

I like, though, that people have a hunger to connect with other people. They're desperate to know that you're not lying to them or misleading them.

The more desperate you are, the more mistakes you make.

For four years he lived in Brooklyn, and four years in Brooklyn are a geologic age -- a single stratum of grey time. They were years of poverty, of desperation, of loneliness unutterable. All about him were the poor, the outcast, the neglected and forsaken people of America, and he was one of them. But life is strong, and year after year it went on around him in all its manifold complexity, rich with its unnoticed and unrecorded little happenings.

Did you really want to die? No one commits suicide because they want to die. Then why do they do it? Because they want to stop the pain.

Kasyanov, I think I've made it pretty clear," Lachance said. "Our attitude controls is damaged beyond repair, retro capability is down to thirty percent. Several containment bulkheads are cracked, and there's a good chance if we initiate thrust we'll just flash-fry ourselves with radiation." He paused briefly. "We do still have coffee, though. That's one positive.

Maybe somewhere on the Nostromo there had been a similar scene, with Dallas hanging there, stuck in place like the victim in a massive spider's dense webbing.

He felt crazy sometimes. Real depravity. Late at night an electric sizzle came into his blood, a tight pumped-up killing rage, and he couldn't keep it in and he couldn't let it out. He wanted to hurt things. Grab a knife and start cutting and slashing and never stop. All those years. Climbing like a son of a bitch, clawing his way up inch by fucking inch, and then it all came crashing down at once.

My whole life seemed to spill out into the river, swirling away from me, everything I had ever been or ever wanted to be. I couldn't get my breath; I couldn't stay afloat; I couldn't tell which way to swim.

C'etait impossible de savoir ci c' etait le froid ou la faim.

I spose it's wrong to pray that someone dies… But I've thought about all the prayers. If that's what I was doing them years…Asking something, someone, anything, for a big black anvil to fall from the sky like in the cartoons. Kerang! On Wankbag's head. Because nothing else was gunna save [me]…

Say I hit your number, called you up, you'd wonder what the fuck, every one of youse, and your mouth'd go dry. Maybe you're just some stranger I pocket-dialled. Or one of them shitheads from school I could look for. Any of youse heard my voice now you'd think it was weather. Or a bird screaming. You'd be sweating sand. Like I'm the end of the world.

If we in America have reached the point in our desperate culture where we must murder children, no matter for what reason or what color, we don't deserve to survive and probably won't."13

And in that single crackle of tortured electronics she had lost everything. Her comm, her lights, her limited maneuvering jets, her life support regulator, her emergency beacons. Everything. For a second her thoughts flickered to Skywalker. He'd been lost in deep space, too, awhile back. But she'd had a reason to find him. No one had a similar reason to find her.

What will our Defense Minister do when it becomes obvious even to him that we have failed? Have you considered that? When desperate men realize they have failed—and those desperate men have control of atomic weapons, then what?

In his heart of hearts, Jack London knew that we can never build a fire. Not when we really need to.

The problem here, Gwen, is that the more desperate you are to achieve financial success and the tighter you hold on to what you've got, the greater your chances of losing it. Money's like love in that respect.

they were straining so desperately for admission to paradise that they had forgotten that paradise had always been their address.

We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good's a brick to a drowning man?

He talking Louisiana, you speaking Tennessee. The music so different, the sound coming from a different part of the body. It must of been like hearing lyrics set to scores by two different composers. But when you made love he must of have said I love you and you understood that and it was true, too, because I have seen the desperation in his eyes ever since—no matter what business venture he thinks up.