Quotes About Desperation

El orgullo del hermano mayor detesta la debilidad y se jacta de la fuerza. El quebrarse por dentro y la desesperación no se valoran, pero sí lucir bien y tener éxito. En Mateo 5, Jesús nos dice que los pobres de espíritu, los que lloran y los que tienen hambre y sed, son bendecidos. El hermano mayor piensa que nunca se supone que sea débil.

Put yourself in the shoes of an eighteenth-century country doctor. You're treating a very ill patient. You've tried everything, yet nothing seems to work. So, in desperation, you put together a mixture of herbs and potions. Your patient takes the mixture and recovers. Eureka! Your medicine works, you've found a miracle cure. What you don't see, in your enthusiasm, is that the patient was getting better anyway.

And they don't know anything else They don't know they're breathing bad air. But I'm tired of living like this And my soul cries out, 'If You're there..

With corpses stiffening on the premises, sir, all things be possible to a man with a desperate powerful idea egging him on.

He had a stillness like white linen folded inside him. But when he heard in the man's tone the desperate beseeching for life, Hadja Bannerje felt the grief rumple him like an illness of the stomach and acknowledged in himself the awfulness of reaching this place at the end of medicine. This, he thought, is beyond the last page of all the books I have studied. This is a place further than prescription.

My father's hand found the door locked. His calls to my mother went unanswered. He beat with his fists and called out her name, again and again, tears burning from his eyes. By the time I had come in the front door, the cake in my arms, he had broken his way in and discovered she was dead.

I shudder when I imagine getting old. Up until a few months ago, I didn't even have hope of surviving past my twenties. Now that I want to live again, all this sickness and decay makes me feel humble and even slightly humiliated. How could I have so willingly thrown my life away when all these people are fighting desperately, every day, to save theirs?

Eventually sinking into despair, [Heinrich von Kleist] shot himself in 1811 as part of a suicide pact made with a woman suffering from incurable cancer.

There are many ways to drown, only the most obvious wave their arms as they're going under.

If not for the rats you could crawl beneath a bush. A bush. A bench. The alliterative universe. Rats too can pass through that needle's eye to enter heaven. . . . This box held a refrigerator, the refrigerator is an apartment, a man is in the box. . . . Wake up on the grass, soaking wet. Dew is the piss of God. 'Another bullshit night in suck city, my father mutters.

A man who wants to die feels angry and full of life and desperate and bored and exhausted, all at the same time; he wants to fight everyone, and he wants to curl up in a ball and hide in a cupboard somewhere. He wants to say sorry to everyone, and he wants everyone to know just how badly they've all let him down.

A man who wants to die feels angry and full of life and desperate and bored and exhausted, all at the same time; he wants to fight everyone, and he wants to curl up in a ball and hide in a cupboard somewhere. He wants to say sorry to everyone, and he wants everyone to know just how badly they've all let him down.

It was as their lady, dealer of wyrd and woe, that she judged the miserable bandits they chased down, the children, women, and men hauled cowering in groups of bramble thickets, hiding in twos in an overstood coppice, or sniveling along in a half-eaten bud in the lee of a rock.

With poverty everything becomes frightful.

There are thousands and thousands of people out there leading lives of quiet, screaming desperation, where they work long, hard hours at jobs they hate to enable them to buy things they don't need to impress people they don't like.

I see the kind of determination you only recognize if you've felt it yourself. Determination born of desperation transformed into purpose.

Determination born of desperation transformed into purpose. Soon afterward, when I learned of her disappearance, I wasn't the least surprised. I understood. I had disappeared once, too.

Determination born of desperation transformed into purpose.

Couldn't you see that all my flippancy was only a mask, hiding my real emotions--crushing them down desperately!

I don't have anything left. My strength is pouring out of me just as my blood is. I've been in a death-storm countless times before. Is this death in its true form?

The difference is that bad engineers will soon be checked by the results of their poor judgments through the inoperability, unreliability, or high cost of what they create. (Physical reality is a stern taskmaster!) By contrast, bad doctors-such is the way of the world-can often rely on the gullibility, suggestibility, fear, and desperation of their clients to get themselves off the hook. And, of course, the old adage still holds as ever: doctors get to bury their mistakes.

Her ?eyle aram? bozdum art?k. Her ?ey bana dü?man kesildi. Tanr?m, diye dü?ündüm ilk defa. ?lk defa, Tanr?m dedim, b?raks?nlar beni art?k...

Ba?ka türlü hissetseydim ölmü?tüm ?imdi. Ayr?ca, kaç kere tavan aras?na ç?kmay? içimden geçirdim. Hele kendini öldürdü?ünü duysayd?m, muhakkak ç?kard?m. Darg?n oldu?umuza filan bakmazd?m.

Yes, there are some backs on the street which cry for the knife.