Quotes About Desperation

Prudence is a bourgeois virtue, because the rich have something worth saving. The poor splurge because they need desperately to make a colorful splash across the drab fabric of their lives. The hungry don't dream of brown rice and vegetables; they dream of cake.

You don't fall in love because you fall in love; you fall in love because of the need, desperate, to fall in love. when you feel that need, you have to watch your step: like having drunk a philter, the kind that makes you fall in love with the first thing you meet. It could be a duck-billed platypus.

La desesperada soledad de las paralelas que no se encuentran jamás

There are times when I think of switching to narcotics. There, at least you can rely on a heroin pusher to push heroin.

Here was a population, low-class and mostly foreign, hanging always on the verge of starvation, and dependent for its opportunities of life upon the whim of men every bit as brutal and unscrupulous as the old-time slave drivers; under such circumstances immorality was exactly as inevitable, and as prevalent, as it was under the system of chattel slavery.

In the evening I came home and read about the Messina earthquake, and how the relief ships arrived, and the wretched survivors crowded down to the water's edge and tore each other like wild beasts in their rage of hunger. The paper set forth, in horrified language, that some of them had been seventy-two hours without food. I, as I read, had also been seventy-two hours without food; and the difference was simply that they thought they were starving.

In the face of all his handicaps, Jurgis was obliged to make the price of a lodging, and of a drink every hour or two, under penalty of freezing to death.

Oh, that most helpless and shameful of times in the life of my people, the time from dawn until the liquor stores open up!

I was dying when you came.

What is the true story of Fantine? It is the story of society's purchase of a slave. A slave purchased from poverty, hunger, cold, loneliness, defencelessness, destitution. A squalid bargain: a human soul for a hunk of bread. Poverty offers and society accepts.

A soul for a piece of bread. Misery makes the offer; society accepts.

If there is anything more heart-breaking than a body perishing for lack of bread, it is a soul which is dying from hunger for the light.

Social problems go beyond borders. The sores of the human race, these running sores that cover the glove, don't stop at red or blue lines drawn on the map. Wherever men are ignorant and desperate, wherever women sell themselves for bread, wherever children suffer for want of instruction or a warm hearth, Les Misérables knocks on the door and says: Open up, I have come for you.

By continually going out for reverie, a day comes when you go out to drown yourself.

Duša se ne predaje o?aju pre nego iscrpe sve obmane

Jean Valjean, who was listening attentively, heard something like the sould of retreating footsteps. They are going away, he thought. I am alone. All at once he heard over his head a noise which appeared to him like a thunder-clap; it was a spadeful of earth falling on the coffin; a second spadeful fell, and one of the holes by which he breather was stopped; a third spadeful fell, and then a forth. There are somethings stronger than the the strongest man, and Jean Val Jean lost his senses.

A hundred francs, thought Fantine. But in what trade can one earn a hundred sous a day? Come! said she, let us sell what is left. The unfortunate girl became a woman of the town.

What is this history of Fantine? It is society purchasing a slave. From whom? From misery. From hunger, cold, isolation, destitution. A dolorous bargain. A soul for a morsel of bread. Misery offers; society accepts.

Des marchands de sang humain criaient a tue-tête : Qui veut des places ?. Une rage m'a pris contre ce peuple. J'ai eu envie de leur crier : Qui veut la mienne ?

Venti e nubi, turbini e folate, inutili stelle! Che fare? Disperato s'abbandona, poiché chi è stanco decide di morire e lascia fare, si lascia andare, cede, ed eccolo rotolato per sempre nelle mortali profondità dell'abisso vorace. Oh, implacabile cammino delle società umane! Perdita di uomini e d'anime per strada! Oceano in cui cade tutto ciò che la legge lascia cadere! Sinistra scomparsa del soccorso, morte morale!

Les galères ! Ah ! oui, plutôt mille fois la mort, plutôt l'échafaud que le bagne, plutôt le néant que l'enfer ; plutôt livrer mon cou au couteau de Guillotin qu'au carcan de la chiourme ! Les galères, juste ciel !

El recuerdo de un ser ausente se ilumina en las tinieblas del corazón, y cuanto más completamente va desapareciendo, más brilla; el alma desesperada y obscura ve esta luz en su horizonte como una estrella de la noche anterior.

Era um desses homens que dominam o espanto produzido pelos lances desesperados. Não obstante o ingente perigo da crise, não obstante o medonho aspecto da catástrofe, os gestos daquele homem em nada semelhavam a agonia do afogado que debaixo da água abre desmesuradamente os olhos num esgar convulso e horroroso.

She wanted to say "Don't leave me," but she couldn't do it, not again. She was so tired of begging people to love her. Besides