Quotes About Desperation

No wonder Van Gogh cut his ear off, I thought; there's nothing else to do in a place like this but cut your ear off.

Thunderously, inarguably, the Sermon on the Mount proves that before God we all stand on level ground: murderers and temper-throwers, adulterers and lusters, thieves and coveters. We are all desperate, and that is in fact the only state appropriate to a human being who wants to know God. Having fallen from the absolute Ideal, we have nowhere to land but in the safety net of absolute grace.

He must be really dead to need so desperately to feel alive.

I now understand why God created shit and pee: to give even the desperate like me the possibility of refuge.

Poor as the poor I cling, like them, to humiliating hopes; like them, each day I nearly kill myself just to live.

Cette suprême solitude du suicide, c'était encore trop pour moi ; je préférais mourir avec tout le monde, m'engouffrer dans la mort avec une pleine charretée de copains, si dédaignés, si méprisés l'instant d'avant.

I've always wanted my music to have that desperation, where you just want to strip your clothes off and run down the highway. I want the feeling where you don't really know what to do with yourself - in the vocals, in the production. Everything.

My desperation to be on the stage and perform was like a vocation, a religious calling.

There's a lot of times when I just want to scream into the void.

A lot of people didn't feel attracted to Labour, so they voted in desperation for other things.

I make an excellent salary and work a great job. A lot of the people who voted for Trump don't. Let's say you say you're out of a job and believe this guy is going to get you on back on your feet. You might overlook some stuff not because you believe it. But you're that desperate. They're wrong. But it's what they believe.

We have to look at levels of migration. We are in a world that is quite chaotic. Some people are really frightened about it. Some people are quite despairing. They don't believe our country is capable of providing a good quality of life. That feeds into why people voted Ukip and induces a culture of despair.

Some people would do anything just to get a break; that's where the bad guys get you.

Handwritten in neat block letters on a page torn from a novel by Nikolay Gogol, it read: S.O.S. I NEED YOUR HELP. I AM INJURED, NEAR DEATH, AND TOO WEAK TO HIKE OUT OF HERE I AM ALL ALONE, THIS IS NO JOKE. IN THE NAME OF GOD, PLEASE REMAIN TO SAVE ME. I AM OUT COLLECTING BERRIES CLOSE BY AND SHALL RETURN THIS EVENING. THANK YOU, CHRIS MCCANDLESS. AUGUST?

Al was referring to the time during the Cuban missile crisis that he left his five-months-pregnant wife home alone with no food or access to money and in desperation she had to call her mother and sister for help. "Oh!

I considered, quite seriously, strangling her to death while I fucked her and then throwing myself in front of the 8:11 bus. The idea was not without its logic and appeal. But there were the bus driver's feelings to consider Ã¢â'¬Â¦

She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.

No one fired a pistol to mark the start of the race to the bottom. The earth just tilted and everyone slid into the hole.

The worst it got was near the end. A lot of people died right at the end, and I didn't know if I could make it another day. A farmer, a Russian, God bless him, he saw my condition, and he went into his house and came out with a piece of meat for me. He saved your life. I didn't eat it. You didn't eat it? It was pork. I wouldn't eat pork. Why? What do you mean why? What, because it wasn't kosher? Of course. But not even to save your life? If nothing matters, there's nothing to save.

Alejandría, debelada, imploró en vano la misericordia del César

El prófugo espera la libertad. Entonces los mulatos nebulosos de Lazarus Morell se transmitían una orden que podía no pasar de una seña y lo libraban de la vista, del oído, del tacto, del día, de la infamia, del tiempo, de los bienhechores, de la misericordia, del aire, de los perros, del universo, de la esperanza, del sudor y de él mismo.

No hay miedo que resista un estómago vacío. Un hombre o una mujer con hambre hace hasta lo imposible por cruzar. No tiene nada más que perder porque, antes de partir, ya lo perdió todo.

Un hombre que se deslizaba desesperadamente cuesta abajo, incapaz de pagarse la ropa, la luz ó los alimentos; viviendo igual que una rata en el fondo de una embarcación abandonada, escurriéndose furtivamente por calles laterales, sufriendo a causa del talento frustrado y las oportunidades desperdiciadas.

Rendez-moi les cahiers. Je vais les enterrer quelque part dans la forêt. — Oui, enterrez-les. Ou, mieux encore, brûlez-les. C'est la seule solution pour que personne ne puisse les lire.