Quotes About Desperation

No one would want to live this way, and yet here they were. The Great Depression.

He hadn't realized how time could unspool the years of your life until for a second you were fourteen again, crying from a place so deep it seemed to predate you, desperate to be whole again.

Fleetingly he wondered what the man's life had been like, where it had gone so desperately wrong. No one tried to end up like this, alone and defenseless and poor, eking a living from the harsh Arizona desert.

was so hot that every now and then a bird fell from the sky, landing with a little thump on the hard-packed dirt. The chickens sat in dusty heaps on the ground, their heads lolled forward, and the last two cows stood together, too hot and tired to move. A listless breeze moved through the farm, plucking at the empty clothesline.

He hadn't realized how time could unspool the years of your life until for a second you were fourteen again, crying from a place so deep it seemed to predate you, desperate to be whole again.

Beni b?rakma, demek istedi ama yapamad?. Bir daha olmazd?. Ä°nsanlara onu sevmeleri için yalvarmaktan çok yorulmuÅŸtu.

She couldn't breathe. Her own heart kept skipping beats, unreliable now that her father's had stopped. Please, God, please don't take him. Not yet Ã¢â'¬Â¦

smell of vomit and mold and decay. His lungs and nostrils ache. He can't breathe without gasping.

She was so tired of begging people to love her.

We have heart and desperation

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.

They were almost the exact same words he'd written to her all those years ago. She hadn't recognized the sad desperation in them when they were letters on a piece of paper. Now she saw the truth: they were both an encouragement and an indictment. What good did it do to light the world on fire if she had to watch the glow alone?

She wished she could grab the memories like lifelines and hold on before she went under. But she found them slippery, impossible to grasp.

The sign above my seat reads In Emergency Break Glass. This is an emergency. I feel broken. Why haven't I told her? WHY HAVEN'T I TOLD HER?! Why haven't you told her? the old man asks, in my head. And don't even think about breaking that window. It's Illegal. A federal offense. So is loving someone for this long and not doing something about it.

But if it's true, I hope that's gutted you every day since. I hope your life's a misery knowing that when Kelsey needed you most, you were fucking a twenty-two-year-old and too busy to go look for her.

DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME, JEZEBEL! DON'T YOU DARE! Or I'll follow you to the next world and KILL you.

The thing is- and I know this is going to sound strange-that I seem to love you sort of desperately

Ash stripped some of the papery purple bark off his yew stick. "And, you see, it's difficult because what I've always thought about humans-what I was always raised to think…" "I know what you've always thought," Mary-Lynnette said sharply. Thinking, vermin. But," Ash continued doggedly, "the thing is-and I know this is going to sound strange-that I seem to love you sort of desperately.

From that blighted time came the saying: when bellies speak, reason is lost.

How much does your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?

How could you tell if your instincts were just hope in disguise, and if your hope was really desperation parading as possibility?

For an instant, at least, they seemed one and the same, as though all anguish exists in the same deep well, no matter what loss or misfortune leads us to it. We might be at odds, hate each other, and desired each others destruction, but in our despair, we are lost in the same darkness, breathing the same air as we choke on our grief.

Belief like that, that hasn't tasted any real hope in centuries, but has been fed and tortured on darker things-loneliness, desperation-it doesn't simply subside when faced with its own end. It doesn't accept or adapt, it exists in spite of reason, and will only ever defy it.

When all else fails: explosions.