Quotes About Desperation

People in pain are so vulnerable, such easy marks. We're desperate for reasons, for a sense of control, even if it means incriminating ourselves.

I'd prostitute my talents if it would further my cause, steal if there was no way out, killing my friends or anyone else if it would help my art.

By means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which picks the flowers of memory, binds the bouquet.

I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square, trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits in there.

The lonesome and desperate kids out there, that pain will translate to magic perhaps.

the colonists in Jamestown perished. Of the five hundred who entered the winter, only sixty were alive by March. The situation was so desperate that they resorted to cannibalism.

Of the five hundred who entered the winter, only sixty were alive by March. The situation was so desperate that they resorted to cannibalism.

I sucked blood from one of my best friends

Jangan biarkan kebencian menguasai hidupmu. Kematianku tidak perlu dibalaskan. Hiduplah sebagai vampir yang bebas, bukan sebagai makhluk putus asa gila dan terobsesi untuk membalas dendam.

No, I said softly. You have to give it to me. You have to use it on Steve. He's dying. You can't let him die. I most certainly can.

This damned burg's getting me. If I don't get away soon I'll be going blood-simple like the natives.

I don't get away soon I'll be going blood-simple like the natives.

Panicky despair is an underrated element of writing.

Molly, at the rail, her wet hair matted down, her dress torn, watching Peter intently until she knew he saw her, then mouthing something... Fly, she was saying, Fly. "I CAN'T," Peter shouted moving his arms helplessly. "I CAN'T, MOLLY!

What the fuck does it take to show you motherfuckers, what does it fucking take what do you want how much do you want because I am willing and I'll stand before you and I'll raise my arms and give you my chest and throat and wait, and I've been so old for so long, for you, for you, I want it fast and right through me-- Oh do it, do it motherfuckers, do it do it you fuckers finally, finally, finally.

The men who are dropped in a jungle or a desert and expected video games and got mundanity and depravity and friends dying like animals.

Lou looked at Davis there praying like God was in his heart and home, while his family remained behind in rags and fear and would have starved except for the kindness of Louisa Cardinal. She could only shake her head.

She backed up against a brick wall. Tears sliding down her face, she moaned, "Please, please don't hurt me. I swear I won't tell nobody what you done. I swear to God. Please." Rogers bent down and picked

That might not seem like much to some, but when you have nothing, anything seems like a fortune.

End-stage addiction is mostly about waiting for the police, or someone, to come and bury you in your shame.

The interesting thing is why we're so desperate for this anesthetic against loneliness.

I'm screaming for help and everybody's acting as if I'm singing Ethel Merman covers...

You're supposed to be strong enough to exert some control over how much you want to hide, and you're so desperate to feel some kind of control that you settle for the appearance of control.

I'm awful sorry to bother. I can come back. I was wondering if maybe there was any special Program prayer for when you want to hang yourself.