Quotes About Desperation

Think what it must be like for a victim about to die under torture. Think how the torture must be multiplied in his flesh and soul with the splendour that surrounds him! And how his agony must become more atrocious, more desperately atrocious, dearest heart!" "I was thinking about love," I replied reproachfully. "And you continuously talk about torture!" "Why not - since it's the same thing!

I didn't know how bad it would be or when it would come. But everything was getting worse: the climate, the economy, crime, drugs, you know. I didn't believe we would be allowed to sit behind our walls, looking clean and fat and rich to the hungry, thirsty, homeless, jobless, filthy people outside.

Rape, robbery, and now murder. Of course I think about it. Everyone thinks about it. Everyone worries. I wish I could get out of here.' 'Where would you go?' 'That's it, isn't it? There's nowhere to go.' 'There might be.' 'Not if you don't have money. Not if all you know how to do is take care of babies and cook.

People are setting fires to get rid of whomever they dislike from personal enemies to anyone who looks or sounds foreign or racially different. People are setting fires because they're frustrated, angry, hopeless. They have no power to improve their lives, but they have the power to make others even more miserable. And the only way to prove to yourself that you have power is to use it.

In the 2020s, when these people were sick, starving, or trying to keep warm, they had no time or energy to look beyond their own desperate situations.

Humanity in its attempt to destroy itself had made the world unlivable.

everything was getting worse: the climate, the economy, crime, drugs, you know. I didn't believe we would be allowed to sit behind our walls, looking clean and fat and rich to the hungry, thirsty, homeless, jobless, filthy people outside.

People are setting fires because they're frustrated, angry, hopeless. They have no power to improve their lives, but they have the power to make others even more miserable. And the only way to prove to yourself that you have power is to use

Never mind that the trade in abducted or orphaned children or children sold by desperate parents goes on all over the country and everyone knows it. No matter. The hint that some cult is taking in children for "questionable purposes" is enough to make some people irrational.

Yet most of these worlds were really no worse than our own. Like us, they had reached that stage when the spirit, half awakened from brutishness and very far from maturity, can suffer most desperately and behave most cruelly.

I spoke to a twelve-year-old boy from the Czech camp who was wandering along the barbed wire, looking for something to eat. After speaking to him for a few minutes, I said, "Karli, do you know that you are too clever?" "Yes," was the reply, "I know that I am very clever. But I know, too, that I shall never have a chance to be more clever. That is what is tragic.

Tak wi?c mam przed oczami ci?gle ten obraz, jak w czasie rosyjskiego obl??enia, gdy wali?y dzia?a i kruszy?y si? mury twierdzy, gdy trz?s?a si? ostrzeliwana ziemia i ludzie padali jak muchy, Pan w izbie oficerskiej przy wie?y swojego wi?zienia ssa? kobiec? pier? i naprawia? w ten sposób dziurawy, n?dzny ?wiat.

People only tell lies when there is something they are terribly frightened of losing.

Be discerning with rumors on leaders, for most are birthed by the envy of the idle or the desperation of the defeated.

Surprising condition, this, of our existence! To live is to feel ourselves fatally obliged to exercise our liberty, to decide what we are going to be in this world. Not for a single moment is our activity of decision allowed to rest. Even when in desperation we abandon ourselves to whatever may happen, we have decided not to decide.

If it failed I had no choice but to hang myself, a resolve which was tantamount to a bet on the existence of God.

I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought. I want money. Unless I have it.... In my sleep, a natural death!

For the first time in my life I realized what a horrible, miserable, salvationless hell it is to be without money.

spread my usual smokescreen of farce. "They say that love flies out the window when poverty comes in the door, but people generally get the sense backwards. It doesn't mean that when a man's money runs out he's shaken off by women. When he runs out of money, he naturally is in the dumps. He's no good for anything. The strength goes out of his laugh, he becomes strangely soured. Finally, in desperation, he shakes off the woman.

The true substance of love lies in the act of howling words of love with a desperation of a man jumping into the high seas.

Pronto comprendí que el alcohol, el tabaco y las prostitutas eran un método excelente para librarme del miedo a los seres humanos, aunque fuese sólo por un momento. Y llegué a la conclusión de que para conseguir esos momentos valdría la pena vender hasta la última de mis posesiones.

I yearned with such desperation for "freedom" that I became weak and tearful.

Así es cómo se me ocurrieron las bufonadas. Era mi última posibilidad de ganarme el afecto de las personas.

Cette nuit-là nous nous précipitâmes dans la mer à Kamakura. Tsune-ko dénoua sa ceinture, la plia et la posa sur un rocher. J'enlevai mon manteau, le plaçai à côté et nous nous jetâmes ensemble dans la mer. Tsune-ko mourut. Moi seul fut sauvé.