Quotes About Desperation

Dirmit looked at the spot left by her mother's finger. Then she ran her eyes across the four walls and counted all the marks that had been stamped there to predict that they would be abandoned, they would go mad, they would be left to starve without a roof over their heads, or they would fall into evil ways. 'We've made so many markes for one another!' she reflected. Then she got up and started to scratch off all the spots.

He renunciado a todo cuanto conozco - prosiguió Christian tras ella -. A todo el poder que me pertenecía por derecho. He dado la espalda a mi gente, a mi padre… incluso he renunciado a mi identidad… a mi nombre… por ti. Dime, ¿qué más he de hacer? Quizá cuando me veas caer a tus pies, muriendo por tu causa, seas capaz de comprender por fin hasta qué punto soy tuyo.

Es una impresión espantosa. Te sientes caer, como en un pozo sin fondo, y buscas desesperadamente algo a lo que agarrarte antes de sumirte en la oscuridad. Es verdaderamente aterrador. Es… como si te obligaran a dormir sin saber si vas a despertar. Es como si mi mente muriese cada vez, para resucitar al día siguiente.

That night, before he tried to sleep, Louie prayed. He had prayed only once before in his life, in childhood, when his mother was sick and he had been filled with a rushing fear that he would lose her. That night on the raft, in words composed in his head, never passing his lips, he pleaded for help.

In September 1942, a B-17 crashed in the Pacific, stranding nine men on a raft. Within a few days, one had died and the rest had gone mad.

With arms shrunken to little more than bone and yellowed skin, the castaways waved and shouted

Their hunger dimmed, an ominous sign. They had reached the last stage of starvation.

Shakespeare's Iago could be played as a soul in hell, driven, dark and desperate, willing to do anything, willing to use anyone, in order to escape from that hell.

But desperation is the mother-in-law of invention.

Oh, Ben," she whispers. "I've sunk as low as I can get. All the sudden. Today," and then says, more loudly and firmly, "You

Holly was strangely silent. Her head lolled. "Holly!" he screamed. "Holly!" But she didn't open her eyes.

They had no longboat, no firewood, and scant clothing.

The two condemned men kneeled at the water's edge, crying and pleading for mercy as the ships grew smaller and finally vanished over the horizon.

that the unfortunate Europeans had not merely been killed but devoured as their shipmates looked on helplessly.

sparing their lives, they grasped the desperate situation they now faced.

The castaways spent eight days in more or less the same area, disoriented, dispirited, waiting for pieces of the wreck

stranding the six seamen on the little island. They passed a wretched night

It's been three days still haven't heard from you. My heart lives underwater breathing for you. But you break apart my tiny heart, giving me no chance to start something with you. I dove into the pool I dove in hoping to swim now I'm drowning.

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.

when he ran out of places to show her, he was sure, she would disappear.

Chloe thought madly about tiny FM radios that she could hide in her ear and pull her hair over to hide, about getting very badly drunk or stoned, about getting one of the loopier Wiccans at school to put her into a trance before the reading. Anything that could get her through it with her sanity intact and a straight face.

Ah ternyata hatimu yang tak memberi. Mampus kau dimakan sepi

Our lives are reduced to a tight circle. Each day revolves around what we can find to eat for the following day. And until it comes, we think about food. All day. All night. Hunger owns us.

After the war, it just seemed natural to take what you could take wherever you could take it. There was only so much blood you could sell for $10 a pint. I