Quotes About Desperation

I love you' is what people say when they have run out of words and can't say anything else. It is like reaching out a hand in desperation.

They kissed with grasping desperation, like two dying people breathing their souls back into each other.

Don't do this to me, Eliza. Please. I need you." I looked at Paul. He was crying. "You don't need me," I said, wondering whether or not I believed it. He gripped my face and kissed me. But it was a hard, painful kiss. A severe and bitter kiss. A kiss that seemed so black, so final, it was like death. "Happy fucking Birthday.

I don't know anything," she said. "Except that desperation and fear make a person do really stupid things.

Everybody needs hope, even criminals

If I could've had the things that Americans throw away, I never would've escaped North Korea. That's how much we were desperate.

Why would North Korea people care if they have nukes or not? All they want is food. They want freedom.

There is nothing more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge.

There's nothing like desperation to sharpen your sense of focus.

Try feeding a five-day hunger with some OJ that tastes like a cup of freezer burn, and nothing to wash it down but a bunch of words you can't get out of your head.

Will you buy my hair?

It's an awful thing to hear a strong, desperate, fat man scream incontinently in a cave at daybreak.

You have to sink way down to a level of hopelessness and desperation to find the book that you can write. —Susan Sontag

In a city where men are killing each other like animals just to make it a happier place, who has the right to stop me from killing myself?

Heroic dreams are the consolation of the unhappy. After all, when people like us say we're being heroic, it usually means we're about to kill each other--or kill ourselves.

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Solo un poeta -ni siquiera un novelista y aun menos un historiador-podría describir la sensación de desesperanza que empezó a impregnar la ciudad de Arkaz a mediados de junio.

They make Lord of the Flies look like Pollyanna." "When did you read Pollyanna?" "It was a book?

They lay listening. Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. What if it doesn't fire? Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing? Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly.

Then he just knelt in the ashes. He raised his face to the paling day. Are you there? he whispered. Will I see you at the last? Have you a neck by which to throttle you? Have you a heart? Damn you eternally have you a soul? Oh God, he whispered, Oh God.

Just take me with you. Please. I cant. Please, Papa. I cant. I cant hold my son dead in my arms. I thought I could but I cant.

Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock?

The hundred nights they'd sat up arguing the pros and cons of self destruction with the earnestness of philosophers chained to a madhouse wall

Where in this pukehole can a man get a drink? he said