Quotes About Desperation

She began to wish he would die; yet she did not want him to die because then his salary would cease. And this irritated her against him still more. She considered herself dreadfully unhappy just because not even his death could save her,

But when, as is most often the case, the husband and wife accept the external obligation to live together all their lives and have, by the second month, come to loathe the sight of each other, want to get divorced and yet go on living together, it usually ends in that terrible hell that drives them to drink, makes them shoot themselves, kill and poison each other

No te equivocas, estaba desesperada y no puedo dejar de estarlo. Mientras te escucho pienso en él. Lo amo, soy su amante. No te puedo soportar, te tengo miedo y te odio… Puedes hacer conmigo lo que quieras.

What is most original in a man's nature is often that which is most desperate. Thus new systems are forced on the world by men who simply cannot bear the pain of living with what is. Creators care nothing for their systems except that they be unique. If Hitler had been born in Nazi Germany he wouldn't have been content to enjoy the atmosphere.

Dear friend, I have searched all night through each burnt paper, but I fear I will never find the formula to let you die

what is most original in a man's nature is often that which is most desperate. thus new systems are forced on the world by men who simply cannot bear the pain of living with what is. creators care nothing for their systems except that they be unique. if Hitler had been born in Nazi Germany he wouldn't have been content to enjoy the atmosphere.

Let him lie among the strings until there is no hope for his daily strategy, until he cries, I am yours, I am your creature.

mitä minä kertoisin sinulla vaelluksesta kun tällä tyhjällä taivaalla poismenneiden kesän lintujen teräväpiirteiset haamut vielä etsivät vanhoja jälkiä; tai epätoivoisista lennoista kun vaimeinkin kirjavan siiven havina nostattaa riemun suosikkikaduillemme kuvitteellisessa keväässä

Yet again in writing to a friend of John Smith he says, "I have often seen him come downstairs in the morning after several hours in prayer, his eyes swollen with weeping. He would soon introduce the subject of his anxiety by saying, 'I am a brokenhearted man; yes, indeed, I am an unhappy man, not for myself but on account of others. God has given me such a sight of the value of precious souls that I cannot live if souls are not saved. Oh give me souls, or else I die!

When a man has the rope about his neck, you don't ask him about his health!

I unscrewed my own scrap of paper and read out: "Help! I am prisoner in the tower.

All artists are terribly insecure people. They are desperate to be noticed.

Once again the Saint had proved, to his own sufficient satisfaction, as he had proved many times in his life before, that desperate dilemmas are usually best solved by desperate measures and that intelligent foolhardiness will often get by where too much discretion betrays valour into the mulligatawny.

Oh, God!' he groaned. 'God help me!

Once again the Saint had proved, to his own sufficient satisfaction, as he had proved many times in his life before, that desperate dilemmas are usually best solved by desperate measures and that intelligent foolhardiness will often get by where too much discretion betrays valour into the mulligatawny. And

She didn't mind if she died trying. Suicide was in everything she did now, and everything she thought. Suicide was her home: if she could find nothing else, then suicide would always have her.

At this moment his dearest wish would have been just a moment's grace to immerse his face in a sinkfull of warm water. And maybe to have somebody hold him under till he drowned.

infinite corridor of panic that led nowhere.

Chop chop. I'm literally losing the will to live." —Eliot

He felt like in gym class trying to look like part of the team while at the same desperately hoping nobody would pass him the ball.

Remember what a good girl I was? Remember how meek and pleasing I was to everybody? For the first time in my life I could just be. That was always part of the problem, Quentin. I felt like I had to be interested in you all the time. You wanted love so desperately, and I thought it was my job to give it to you. Poor little lost boy! That's not love, that's hell. And I was getting a taste of heaven. I was a blue angel now.

Every new baby is a blind desperate vote for survival: people who find themselves unable to register an effective political protest against extermination do so by a biological act.

I don't know all that I'm searching for, but I just have this sense of desperation and urgency within me all the time that I just have to keep going.

Many of us have felt that sense of desperation - of urgency - when we learn that we or someone we love is fighting for their life.