Quotes About Desperation

The only question is this: Do you have enough empathy and yearning and desperation to connect to others outside yourself and scream into the void in four-part harmony?

Yet humanity could not conceive. It tried and tried, and called mighty wizards from every corner of its earthly kingdom, but no child came. Many mourned, and said that a child was a terrible idea to begin with, ...

It is unutterably boring, the multitudes in progression from innocence to inkling to knowledge to the inevitable apotheosis of desperation.

She always gave the impression of having accidentally wandered in from a mad scientist's conference, and felt rather desperate to get back.

At the bottom of philosophy something very true and very desperate whispers: Everyone is hungry all the time. Everyone is starving. Everyone wants so much.. Everyone is hungry and not only for food - for comfort and love and excitement and the opposite of being alone. Almost everything awful anyone does is to get those things and keep them... Most often you have to make the world you want out of yourself

For this is the constant sorrow of the dead, that though they drink and eat and dream much as they did before, they know they are dead, and yearn desperately to live again, to feel blood inside them once more, to remember who they were. For the memory of the dead is short, and thought by thought they lose all sense of their former lives until they drift from place to place as shades, their eyes hollow. After a time, they believe they are alive again.

Can you imagine what it would do to a person, to know that they were standing between three people and that marrow-deep, desperate need?

There is a reason why so many heroin addicts die of their affliction. And the reason is this: the withdrawal process. It is so desperate, so frightening and all-consuming that it is simply very often the only 'logical' choice of an addict to keep using, to keep clinging to the chains of their addiction, rather than go through this.

He raised his shot glass of soju. "I have never tried to kill myself," he declared, and downed his glass. The other musicians clinked their glasses and also downed their drinks. There was nowhere to go after that, so we stopped playing.

This, she thought, was what love and desperation made you do: say things that were better left unsaid, give yourself away in a million little gestures, a thousand little changes of expression.

Some lioness whelped you on a mountain rock In Libya, or else you're Scylla's child Whose womb's all barking dogs, for only a wild Beast with the nature of a beast could mock A desperate man making a last appeal Down on his knees. Bitch heart too hard to feel!

When the madness came, he would be like a man staggering along the rim of the abyss – which was his rage – and when the edge gave way or he missed his step, he might clutch at anyone within reach and drag that person with him over the precipice.

But I refuse to say. Because I love him, and you'd give anything, wouldn't you? You'd give anything for someone you love not to die alone and in scalding agony?

Eigenlijk geloof ik niets, en twijfel ik aan alles, zelfs aan U. Maar soms, wanneer ik denk dat Gij waarachtig leeft, dan denk ik, dat Gij Liefde zijt, en eenzaam, en dat, in zelfde wanhoop, Gij mij zoekt, zoals ik U.

and no illustration of the disastrous effects of reckless indulgence in intoxicating liquors appeals to an audience with such telling force as that of the once sober and well-conducted female yielding by degrees to the terrible temptation until she at length sinks to the condition of a gin-soddened poor wretch, lost to every glimmer of self-respect, and capable even of starving herself and her children rather than forego her only remaining enjoyment in life ... It

When the wind and sea are howling there is nothing more terrifying than the call that goes unanswered.

Best way out," Elmo observed laconically, "would be to kill everybody who knows anything, then all of us fall on our swords." "Sounds a little extreme," Goblin opined. "But if you want to go first, I'm right behind you.

People who don't make something good of what they've got are bound to end up desperate.

Finding words of no avail, I next resorted to tears.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.

It was not a column, but a mob, an awful river that filled the street, the people of the abyss, mad with drink and wrong, up at last and roaring for the blood of their masters. I had seen the people of the abyss before, gone through its ghettos, and thought I knew it; but I found that I was now looking on it for the first time. Dumb apathy had vanished. It was now dynamic—a fascinating spectacle of dread.

And there came a day when the hawk's shadow did not drive him crouching into the bushes. He had grown stronger and wiser, and more confident. Also, he was desperate. So he sat on his haunches, conspicuously in an open space, and challenged the hawk down out of the sky. For he knew that there, floating in the blue above him, was meat, the meat his stomach yearned after so insistently.

Not everyone has a voice. Many outsiders cannot speak through walls, and, as a consequence, they become silent and invisible. Some give up their voices willingly. Others cannot face the ferocious silence of their lives; so they replace their genuine voices with incomprehensible shrieks of rage. They bombard the wall with wrath or batter it with explosives. The silence is broken by their rage, but nothing changes. They remain outsiders who are desperate to be allowed into the world.

All of us know, whether or not we are able to admit it, that mirrors can only lie, that death by drowning is all that awaits one there. It is for this reason that love is so desperately sought and so cunningly avoided. Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.