Quotes About Desperation

Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.

Between cowardice and despair valour is gendered.

Heart Breaking, I think that if Dad, staring down the sight of a 10mm, would only tell me he loves me, I could easily change my mind... ...but he won't.

I was desperate to discover what nothing felt like. It was the absence of something that attracted me. It was the start. Everything important originated with nothingness.

I just never really thought there could be something worse than death.

Emigration is no longer a solution; it's a defeat. People are risking death, drowning every day, but they're knocking on doors that are not open.

Kill me, or you are a murderer.

Poverty is the worst form of death.

My death will be caused by morphine, which I have deliberately taken with suicidal intent.

It doesn't matter if you have a desperate heart when you have to sing about joy; it doesn't matter if you're scared to death when the lights go on.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.

This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job.

Two armies at death-grips — that is one great army committing suicide.

We are all, whether we know it or not, in search of a way to enrich, to drink during the fizz, to inhale deeper our gifts, in a desperation for some little understanding before death.

And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I'm alive, despite this living death.

Despair is infidelity and death.

Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under Fortune's false lottery, desperately run To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout, That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.

It's the closest to death I have ever been. The chemotherapy takes you as far down into hell as you've ever, ever been.

It is but a short step from hunger to starvation, from disease to death.

Come on, Gypsy girl. I'm bleeding to death here, in case you haven't noticed. At least make it worth my while and kiss me before I die.

Homeless, wifeless, mistressless, penniless . . . jump in the cold river and drown.

I'm talking to a virtually inhumanly disciplined, rational person who has lost all sense of proportion and entered into a desperate story of unreasonable wishes. Yet that is what it is to be in life, isn't it? What it is to forge a life. You know your reason can reassert itself at any time - and if it does, there goes life and the instability that is life.

Human beings do not readily admit desperation. When they do, the kingdom of heaven draws near.