Quotes About Desperation

In a whisper he began begging for—and, as the sun set, received—the concession people always beg for: a little more time.

It seems to me, said Magid finally, as the moon became clearer than the sun, that you have tried to love a man as if he were an island and you were shipwrecked and you could mark the land with an X. It seems to me it is too late in the day for all that.

there's a terrible silence before a predator's night sometimes an absurd airplane appears in the sky it throws out leaflets calling for surrender I would be happy to surrender but I've no one to surrender to

God, I hope she is found alive.

In short, there is no illusory grace left to the poverty that reigns here; it is dire, parsimonious, concentrated, threadbare poverty; as yet it has not sunk into the mire, it is only splashed by it, and though not in rags as yet, its clothing is ready to drop to pieces.

"Why did you kill her?" the policeman in the rear seat asked…. "They shoot horses, don't they?" I said.

Era siempre la misma madre, pero ya envilecida por su propia alma vieja, la morfina y la pobreza.

Abusaba de la morfina, por angustiosa necesidad y por elegancia. Tenía treinta y siete años; era alta, con labios muy gruesos y encendidos, que humedecía sin cesar.

Usted sabe qué terrible fuerza de atracción tiene el suicidio, cuando la idea fija se ha enredado en una madeja de nervios enfermos.

The enemy ate away at their will so they could not resist, their bodies not only craving, but needing the very poison that ground them into that pitiable state of being; the mind diseased and crippled by the enemy it was obsessed with and the obsession and terrible physical need corrupting the soul until the actions were less than those of an animal, less than those of a wounded animal, less than those of anything and everything they did not want to be.

NOW THE SHIT REALLY hit the fan. It must have hit something because it sure as hell wasnt floating around the city. There no longer was any thought, or even desire, to make money, but just an unending effort to get enough for themselves. Some days it was a case of just copping enough for right now and then going out again to take care of the rest of the day and have that wake up shot nice and secure. And the streets were getting tougher.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Help me. Please, help me. If you really exist, you skinny jew bastard, help me kill myself.

They came close. Oh they came close. Was all set to put a gun in my mouth and pull the trigger. But there was a computer glitch. Isnt that something? A stupid glitch and I had to wait a few days and then I saw the errors of my ways, saw so clearly that I was killing the wrong person. Its not me that needs killing, its them. Funny how things can change in the wink of an eye.

Harry and Tyrone were holding out a little more on each other each day. If one guy somehow got caught short and his nose and eyes were running and his body shivering as they scuffled and hustled the street trying to cop, and asked the other one to give him a taste, the guy swore up and down he had nothing, that he had just done in his cottons, and he would start shaking, trying to fake his friend out.

We're in some real pretty shit now man! game over, game over.

Necessity is the mother of self-delusion.

De radeloze man bezocht een aantal boekhandels en bladerde in tientallen albums van Suske en Wiske maar vond geen spoor van gelijkenis met de verfrommelde, vlekkerige brochure die hij opgerold in Celia's jaszak had gevonden en waarin Suske met een volwassen lid Wiske sodomiseerde terwijl ze beiden op een schommel zwierden en Tante Sidonie zich bezighield met een Coca-Colafles.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Desperation and nothing else sent her tumbling under the wheels of a tram. Sharp guillotine wheels ground past her head, then her fingers closed on a metal grille. She tore away the inspection cover. Metal steps spiked into the shaft of the personhole led down into anonymous oblivion. Head and shoulders went in. No more. "Too big, too big," shrieked the utterly inappropriate voice of reason.

Junkie whores on both sides of Calumet clung to the fetid doorways and rotted stoops like painted lice to a filthy crotch.

Man, don't worry about me," he said. "I know you're going to get out of there." "Dad, I don't know if I'm ever coming home. You can have one of my lungs. If I'm gonna die in prison, I'd rather something of mine be free.

THE OVERDWELLERS CALL FOR MANNA! QUICK, THE GRANOLA BARS!

She'd left God behind long ago, and she doubted he'd care to hear from her now that she was in the worst trouble of her life.

I decided to find you, throw myself at your feet, and beg you to have mercy on me. Honestly, I'll accept whatever you choose, Kelsey. Just don't ask me to live apart from you again. Because...I can't.