Quotes About Desperation

All Alexander hears is his mother pleading, screaming, crying into the closed face of the consulate guard, as he keeps trying to pull her away, Please please please help him, we have money, a place to live, help him, help him, help him—

Tatiana le pidió a Dimitri que se marchara y después subió a la azotea, donde rogó para que le cayera una bomba. Vio

Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown.

Pensamientos y canciones me invaden continuamente e insisten en acompañarme cuando estoy en silencio, que es la mayor parte del día que no ruedo. Sobre todo canciones. A veces es la misma canción repetida una y otra vez, hasta que mi desesperado cerebro, ejecutando una orden mía, la sustituye por otra que a su vez se repite en bucle y así hasta que me duermo. Una tortura.

ROSAURA: Hipogrifo violento que corriste parejas con el viento, ¿dónde, rayo sin llama, pájaro sin matiz, pez sin escama, y bruto sin instinto natural, al confuso laberinto de esas desnudas peñas te desbocas, te arrastras y despeñas? Quédate en este monte, donde tengan los brutos su Faetonte; que yo, sin más camino que el que me dan las leyes del destino, ciega y desesperada bajaré la cabeza enmarañada de este monte eminente, que arruga al sol el ceño de su frente.

ROSAURA: Hipogrifo violento que corriste parejas con el viento, ¿dónde, rayo sin llama, pájaro sin matiz, pez sin escama, y bruto sin instinto natural, al confuso laberinto de esas desnudas peñas te desbocas, te arrastras y despeñas? Quédate en este monte, donde tengan los brutos su Faetonte; que yo, sin más camino que el que me dan las leyes del destino, ciega y desesperada bajaré la cabeza enmarañada de este monte eminente,

Pedro Juan Gutiérrez

I failed him. He needed me and I failed him. God, Roger, how am I going to bear this, what am I going to do?

We didn't need light & shade, irony or humor. An iconic Daltrey bellow could convey an extrodinary range of human emotion; withering sadness, self pity, loneliness, abandonment, spiritual desperation, the loss of childhood, as well as the more obvious rage & frustration, joy & triumph.

What is your name?" she asked wearily. "Tom Gibbons." "And yours?" turning to The Wounded Bad Man. "Bill Kearny." She glanced inquiringly at The Youngest Bad Man. "Bob Sangster," he replied. "Will you save my baby?" Slowly, searchingly, the wonderful eyes confronted each Bad Man in turn.

Later, she called him. Hopper said, "I love you, I need you." She replied, " Have you ever thought of suicide?

See? They only get idiots to do these jobs." John G. stands there with his eyelids throbbing. Should he take a swing at the guy? After all, he's got nothing left to lose. On the other hand, this job is the only thing between him and the abyss. Everything else that marked his place in the world is gone. He struggles to decide for a few seconds and then goes back to the motorman's cabin.

Thoale alone knows why suicides are so fond of jumping off cliffs and bridges; they wouldn't if they knew what that trip's like.

He'd have to fuck her, but it was cheap rent.

In qualche modo è come quando avevamo diciassette anni. Crediamo che la disperazione ci bloccherà completamente, ma non lo fa, si incapsula in un punto scuro da qualche parte dentro di noi, e costringe il resto del sistema a funzionare , a occuparsi di cose pratiche che forse non sono importanti ma che ci tengono in movimento, garantendo che in qualche modo siamo vivi.

That the regime was willing to hit itts chief political constituency in the pocket was a clear sign of desperation.

Is it possible to love so desperately that life is unbearable? I don't mean unrequited, I mean being in the love. In the midst of it and desperate. Because knowing it will end, because everything does. End.

They buried their faces between the cobbles in inches of water and they felt a wind like some demonic thing, like nothing on earth, a searing gust that pummeled the canoe, they could hear the burning wood flail against it, the tick of embers, they were lying in the water heads down in the ice runnels between stones and could not help but hear the passing over of hell.

Satan loves to name you, because names catch people, control people, and shape people. This world love[s] to name us. We're susceptible to names because [we believe] we're orphaned and widowed--we're so desperate, we believe them. But the one we let name us is our idol...our god our father and groom.

So after he had lived in Canaan for ten years, his wife Sarai took her Egyptian maidservant Hagar and gave her to Abram to be his wife.

Look, I have two daughters who have never slept with a man. Let me bring them to you, and you can do to them as you please. But do not do anything to these men, for they have come under the protection of my roof.”

And they struck the men at the entrance, young and old, with blindness, so that they wearied themselves trying to find the door.

Look, there is a town nearby where I can flee, and it is a small place. Please let me flee there—is it not a small place? Then my life will be saved.”

One day the older daughter said to the younger, “Our father is old, and there is no man in the land to sleep with us, as is the custom over all the earth.