Quotes About Desperation

He waits every day with every answer we need, every comfort we crave, every affection we're desperate for, while we look everywhere else but at Him.

How it must break His heart when we walk around so desperate for a love He waits to give us each and every day.

the fullness of God is tucked into the sacred places within them. The full taking in of God is their soul oxygen. It's not that they don't need people. They do. God created them for community. But the way they love is from a full place, not from an empty desperation.

And let's be honest, if we weren't ever disappointed, we'd settle for the shallow pleasures of this world rather than addressing the spiritual desperation of our souls.

But lying in the critical care unit—an abdomen distending more and more with each passing hour, tubes running in and out of a body refusing to function, and a pain pump set to deliver the highest doses but still not relieving the pain—will make death look quite appealing.

getting wrapped up in the affections of an adulterous relationship are all desperate attempts to silence the cries of a hungry soul.

On the surface, it appears that all we're talking about is food and the amount we consume. In reality, there is a more serious issue at the root. Overstuffing ourselves with food or drink or getting wrapped up in the affections of an inappropriate relationship are all desperate attempts to silence the cries of a hungry soul.

And that's when it occurred to me that if you get desperate enough you'll go all in with living slow for a while. You'll quiet down all the outside noise so God's voice can become the loudest voice in your life. Now, I realize, none of us can just quit life when life falls apart. But we can quit some things.

We must be aware that desperation breeds degradation. In other words, when what is lacking in life goes from being an annoyance to an anxiety we run the risk of compromising in ways we never thought we would.

The dead are jealous, jealous, jealous and they will do anything to keep you from the living, the lucky living. They will argue with you, and distract you, and if that doesn't work, they will even let you hug them, and dance for you, and kiss you, and laugh, anything to keep you. The dead are selfish. Jealous. Lonely. Desperate. Hungry. ("The Chambered Fruit")

Just within the limits of besieged Leningrad, there where days when more than ten thousand people died. Over the course of January and February alone, there were roughly two hundred thousand deaths. We cannot know the numbers exactly. All authority in the city had broken down. No one recorded deaths anymore. No one removed the bodies from the streets.

The criminal profile of corpse-eaters was surprising. Only 2 percent had a previous criminal record. They were primarily women, uneducated females with no employment and no local Leningrad address. They were, in other words, often refugees who had fled to the city and who therefore did not have ration books at all. They had to make a choice between eating those already dead or dying themselves.

This sounded, even to the Russians of the time, like a fairy tale out of some opera in St. Petersburg's gilded theaters; but the hunger, the poverty, and the desperation were real. The

El hombre no conoce la dignidad de la desesperación definitiva sino es con el indigno motivo de haber de morir; con sus juguetes de la ciencia, del arte, del progreso (la más estúpida de sus ideas), de la reforma social, que le parecen tan graves y que adula y realza utilizando el contraste con la frivolidad de las preocupaciones femeninas puestas en el bello vestir, lo que solamente pide él es no morir nunca. Es un entretenido y un longevista y por lo tanto un ente sin pasión.

I felt as if I was dying just to think of it; plummeting through a blind, black sky

Ter que pagar pelos próprios sonhos deve ser o pior dos desesperos.

We need Jesus like we need oxygen. Like we need water. Like the branch needs the vine. Jesus is not merely a figure for devotions. He is the missing essence of your existence. Whether we know it or not, we are desperate for Jesus.

Why are so many people struggling with depression and discouragement? They've lost heart. Why can't we seem able to break free of our addictions? Because somewhere along the way, in a moment of carelessness or desperation, we gave our heart away, and now we can't get it back.

Thoreau wrote, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation," and it seems nothing has changed.

The reason we love The Chronicles of Narnia or Star Wars or The Matrix or The Lord of the Rings is that they are telling us something about our lives that we never, ever get on the evening news. Or from most pulpits. This is our most desperate hour. Without this burning in our hearts, we lose the meaning of our days.

Just those three words, said and meant. I love you. They were quite hopeless. He said it as he might have said, I have cancer. His fairy story.

I was worse off than even Alison was; she hated life, I hated mysef. I had created nothing, I belonged to nothingness, to the néant, and it seemed to me that my own death was the only thing left that I could create.

Algunas veces tengo un enorme deseo de gritar, hasta que mi voz se rompa, ¡hasta la muerte! No puedo escribir. ¡No hay palabras! ¡Desesperación, total desesperación! He estado así todo el día. Se apodera de mí una especie de pánico, lento, lentísimo... ¿Qué pudo haber pensado él cuando me encerró aquí?

They decided that since they were dead men anyway, they would take their chances in the jungle, where they spent the first three days and nights lost in the bush. When they were too weak to walk and were discussing ways to commit suicide, they killed an injured Japanese soldier they caught napping in the woods.