Quotes About Desperation

Is he one of them now? Frustrated, stuck, self-watching, looking for a means of connection, a way to break out. After Oswald, men in America are no longer required to lead lives of quiet desperation. You apply for a credit card, buy a handgun, travel through cities, suburbs and shopping malls, anonymous, anonymous, looking for a chance to take a shot at the first puffy empty famous face, just to let people know there is someone out there who reads the papers.

No, no, no, no. Who are you? What is this? Don't leave. They're leaving. They've left.

BUDGE (muffled) No,no,nono. NURSE BAKER I understand what you're trying to say. BUDGE A hideous scream. NURSE BAKER Exactly. BUDGE A cry of desperation. NURSE BAKER Perfect. BUDGE A strangled sob. A plea torn from my throat. What sound can I make to convince you I'm not the one you want? A disconsolate sigh? Maybe that's what you want to hear. The smallest human moan imaginable. A whisper in a corner of an unlit room, with curtains blowing in the wind. NURSE BAKER What could be more touching?

Standardization is indeed the fundamental principle of desperation: when no other solution appears possible, simply design everything the same way, so people only have to learn once. If

Standardization is indeed the fundamental principle of desperation: when no other solution appears possible, simply design everything the same way, so people only have to learn once.

Oh my God. This is terrible. This is the end of my presidency. I'm fucked.

About the time I told God that He didn't exist, I was desperate for an identity.

There had been nights in the desert where I was so sick with laughter, convulsed and doubled over with aching stomach for hours on end, I would happily have thrown myself in front of a car to make it stop.

For humans—trapped in biology—there was no mercy: we lived a while, we fussed around for a bit and died, we rotted in the ground like garbage. Time destroyed us all soon enough. But to destroy, or lose, a deathless thing—to break bonds stronger than the temporal—was a metaphysical uncoupling all its own, a startling new flavor of despair.

In the old days, the snow would drift up to the eaves of the roofs and people would be trapped in their houses and starve to death, they wouldn't be found until spring.

She thought she'd hit rock bottom when she'd passed out in a disgusting gas station toilet, a needle stuck in her arm, lying in a puddle of someone else's urine for hours until the owner discovered her and called the police. But this—an arm's length from a crazy man who wanted to snack on her—this was the all time low.

Describe el estado de cada hombre y mujer en el mundo que no se ha convertido a Dios. ¡No puedo imaginarme una condición peor! Ya es bastante malo no tener dinero, ni salud, ni casa, ni amigos. Pero es mucho peor estar "sin Cristo".

The Abandoned Valley" Can you understand being alone so long you would go out in the middle of the night and put a bucket into the well so you could feel something down there tug at the other end of the rope?

My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

When we were desperate or hopeful or deluded or embattled enough to go for help we went to people with letters after their names and prayed that they might have read the right books that had the right words in them never suspecting the terrifying truth that the right words, as simple as they were had not been written yet

I am dying!" he cried. "Kiss me, my love. Kiss me, and mayhap your love will keep me tethered to this mortal coil.

Ghetel was clawing at the rotten bark on the underside of the big fallen tree that sheltered them. Bark debris and wood-punk kept falling on the blanket. Ghetel, a silhouette against the half-light, would scrabble in the decaying wood for a moment, then pause and put something to her mouth

When they cry "Man overboard!" the oceanliner, as big as a house, stops all at once and the man they fish out with the ropes. But when a man's soul is overboard, when he drowns from horror and from desperation not even his own household stops but distances itself.

a mad person not helped out of his trouble by anything real begins to trust what is not real because it helps him and he needs it because real things continue not to help him.

Seregil, that hurts." Alec's soft, tense voice brought him back and he found himself clutching the boy's shoulder. He hurriedly released him and sat back. Alec closed cold fingers over his own. "What is it? You look like you've just seen your own ghost." A desperate ache lanced thorugh Seregil as he looked down into those dark blue eyes. if you let slip the slightest detail Damn you, Nysander! "I can't tell you, talí , because I'd only have to lie.

I used to try and forget, now I desperately try to remember. I used to control my thoughts, now they control me. I used to fear death, now I fear life.

Why aren't you afraid of the curse?" He smiled bitterly. "Because I am already cursed." The words chilled her. She almost felt sorry for him. "My offer stands," he whispered and then he dissolved into shadow. She stood in the darkness and wondered why he so desperately wanted the manuscript if not to give it to the Atrox. Still he didn't seem as bad as she had once thought. She could almost understand why Serena liked him so much.

Without hope, people become desperate to escape the pain. They seldom see the rhythms in their own lives, how dark phases come before new beginnings.

Overstuffing ourselves with food or drinking until we get drunk or getting wrapped up in the affections of an adulterous relationship are all desperate attempts to silence the cries of a hungry soul.