Quotes About Desperation

The first thing I did was lock myself in the bathroom and unwind my binders. I was moist and sour from adrenaline and fear sweat and I felt like I would die if I didn't rinse off. There was no soap and the rusty, lukewarm water dribbled out of the showerhead like blood from the wrist of a reluctant suicide. Still, it was better than nothing.

Kleist erinnert sich, daß der Schmerz ihm Geständnisse erpreßt hat, Versuche, den Schmerz zu beschreiben. Das erträgt kein Mensch lange, Doktor. Einmal muß es nachlassen oder mich töten.

I will never say never, but I will say never to doing the more typical romantic comedies. You know, unless I'm getting audited and I'm on the street and I desperately need some dough and that's the only thing that I'm getting.

Reading was a joy, a desperately needed escape -- I didn't read to learn, I was reading to read.

I have seen people at their worst, at their most desperate and selfish, and this knowledge makes me wary. So I'm learning to pretend, to smile and nod, to display empathy I do not feel. I am learning to pass, to look like everyone else, even though I feel broken inside.

I know too much; I have seen people at their worst, at their most desperate and selfish, and this knowledge makes me wary. So I am learning to pretend, to smile and nod, to display empathy I do not feel. I am learning to pass, to look like everyone else, even though I feel broken inside.

But the silence of those who said nothing, nothing at all, was terrible. It was the silence of those who knew they were all done for.

It is no wonder that so many children preferred life on the streets, for street children forced into petty theft and prostitution were also a singular phenomenon of 1940s Spain

Queer, how her own desperate need of light seemed to throw such brilliance over the affairs of the members of her family. She carried her need like a many-batteried pocket spotlight, illuminating emotional corners in other people, but she walked in darkness behind it. Her wrist wouldn't bend to turn it on herself.

It was quiet, and very, very dangerous. It was a madness designed to keep me sane. My mind struggled to build across the gap, make a new and inhabitable world. The problem was that it had nothing to work with. There was no partner, no children, no home. No nine-to-five job either. So it grabbed anything it could. It was desperate, and it read off the world wrong.

I would do anything," he said in quiet desperation, "even going to prison, if she could only be well again.

It was suicide. Others killed themselves with poison or with a revolver. I killed myself with minutes and hours.

Sin, sin! To rid myself of boredom by committing a crime, to break up monotony by deceiving. To sin in order to be a new person, another person. To hate life worse than it hated me. To sin so as not to die.

Y he ahí que en un momento supremo, de los labios del Dios hecho hombre, ascenderá este grito desesperado: «Dios mío, Dios mío, ¿por qué me has abandonado?». Como si Dios hecho hombre debiese experimentar la desesperación otrora infligida por sí mismo a su siervo Job.

People lead lives of quiet desperation.

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.

Laura tried her utmost, with an industry born of despair.

It used to be called angor animi – the anguish of the soul – the feeling that some people have, when they are having a heart attack, that they are about to die. Even now, more than thirty years later, I can see very clearly the dying man's despairing expression as he looked at me as I turned away.

The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition.

She liked me because she said that we both hated everything and knew that friendship was an act of desperation. She said that for a man I was alright. She said that people were half-way and if it was up to her a lot of people would get killed and a lot of men would be walking around without their balls. She said that they should go on sale for women to hang off their rearview mirrors.

I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow. I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun - hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks.

I cling to my memories of glorious desperation.

There are nights where I cannot sleep They happen all the time In these periods, I don't want to exist Wouldn't it be nice to be no one right now? When I'm lying there, I always think of two things Sex and suicide Wouldn't it be nice to be no one right now? Sometimes I lie there and hope that I'll die right then

The very nastiest and coarsest, I can't tell you. It is not grief, not dullness, but much worse. It is as if all that was good in me had hidden itself, and only what is horrid remains.