Quotes About Desperation

That's because he's desperate to have others believe him omnipotent. Pure stupidity! The world's not like that. You've got to bow before someone to get on. That's the only way—struggle ahead one step at a time while keeping the others back.

Although my body was useless, out of what felt like desperation, I acted out a hateful, scathing punishment. There were days when each time I lowered the hoe, I would groan, "Die! Just die and end it! Die! Die and end it all!" I planted 600 sweet potato vines.

Ambition is the last refuge of failure.

When a man is at his wits' end it is not a cowardly thing to pray, it is the only way he can get in touch with Reality.

If you're determined to commit suicide, you'll blow your brains out or you'll jump off a tall building. You'll do something that you can't take back, in other words. When you 'try to kill yourself' by taking too many pills – like I did – you know you're probably gonna get found by someone. So all you're doing is sending a message.

And this, Magozzi thought, was the dreaded black place. The desperate place where people always went when anger and fear couldn't find any other answer, the place that obliterated logic and compassion and reason and all the other higher functions of the human mind that civilization had fostered.

Al caer en el charco, estaba casi muerto. La mano se hundió en el agua sucia y trató de asir algo, de detener algo, de impedir que algo se fuera. Luego, quedó inmóvil. Un hombre se acercó y pateó su cara dos veces. Se subieron a los coches y se fueron. Sobre el cadáver de Héctor Belascoarán Shayne, siguió lloviendo.

El cadáver de Gustavo tenía treinta y siete heridas. Había en sus bolsillos sesenta y tres pesos, tres cartas de su esposa Carolina y un libro de apuntes cuya última frase era: «Todo está perdido. Los soldados no quieren pelear».

I would like at this moment to announce that I will be retiring from this program in two weeks' time because of poor ratings. Since this show is the only thing I had going for me in my life, I've decided to kill myself. I'm going to blow my brains out right on this program a week from today. So tune in next Tuesday. That should give the public relations people a week to promote the show. You ought to get a hell of a rating out of that. 50 share, easy.

To feel at home in this desperate world of ours is the surest sign that one has failed to recognize it.

We will do anything to get away from our own pain. We will change our lives, rip people out, swallow a bottle of life-ending pills. When we hurt more than we can bear, when our lives get that dark, it's shocking what we will do to protect ourselves.

Os homens desesperados vivem em cantos. Todos os homens que amam vivem em cantos. Todos os leitores de livros vivem em cantos.

Os homens desesperados vivem pendurados no espaço à maneira das figuras pintadas nas paredes, sem respirar, sem falar, sem escutar ninguém.

To some, madness can be seductive, a way of getting back, of getting even. The only problem is, you can get lost forever.

Her eyes grew black, and her face went blank, but she held on, mouthing one word over and over—Samuel's name. Samuel went to his knees, too, his eyes white and wild.

This is also the season when the women drink the blue-black juice of the marking nut tree to do away with the babies in their wombs—the ones who would be born only to be buried next season.

I could save Cat Neely and her mother. If only Anna would give me that coin.

Crack seemed to have a different hold on folks than liquor did. Drunks would sober up and come to their senses in the morning. But once a crackhead got hooked all they did was chase that high. Even if it meant selling everything they owned for a hit: wedding rings, household appliances, their kids' clothes. Anything that had been important didn't matter anymore.

According to Ralph Waldo Emerson, most people live lives of quiet desperation.

Thus was I recruited, and thus would I be ruined: for a penny.

La fugue – paraît-il – est un appel au secours et quelquefois une forme de suicide. Vous éprouverez quand même un bref sentiment d'éternité. Vous n'avez pas seulement tranché les liens avec le monde, mais aussi avec le temps.

Mas parece que o que nos impulsiona de uma hora para outra a uma fuga é um dia frio e cinzento, que aumenta nossa solidão, que nos faz sentir com mais força que algo vai explodir.

A fuga - segundo parece - é um pedido de socorro e, por vezes, uma forma de suicídio.

I feel like I'm way down this deep, deep hole and I'm looking up and all there is is this little dot of light and I have to shout at the top of my lungs for anyone to hear me and even when I do, I say the wrong thing or they don't really listen or they're just humouring me.