Quotes About Desperation

What was he supposed to do besides break the living room window? Stand outside whacking off while she grabbed a cell phone and called for help?

Back there, I had always felt as if my work amounted to a futile attempt to save us from who we are.

Already his wings were burning up and he felt more like some ponderous moaning creature trapped in the mire.

Call them robbers and cutthroats--were they not amiable enough when they had sufficient to fill their bellies? Something was out of joint in a world that drove these men to steal.

But he's here- right here, he challenged shrilly. Daddy, daddy, speak to me! It's David! Reaching out his hand, he gently touched his fathers face. He drew back then, at once, his eyes distended with terror. He isn't! He is- gone, he chattered frenziedly. This isn't the father-part that KNOWS. It's the other- that they leave. He's left it behind him- like the squirrel, and the water in the brook.

Bread, soup - these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.

Listen to me, kid. Don't forget that you are in a concentration camp. In this place, it is every many for himself, and you cannot think of others. Not even you father. In this place, there is no such thing as father, brother, friend. Each of us lives and dies alone. Let me give you good advice: stop giving your ration of bread and soup to your old father. You cannot help him anymore. And you are hurting yourself. In fact, you should be getting his rations...

No one is as capable of gratitude as one who has emerged from the kingdom of night. We know that every moment is a moment of grace, every hour an offering; not to share them would mean to betray them. Our lives no longer belong to us alone; they belong to all those who need us desperately.

I was nothing but a body. Perhaps even less: a famished stomach. The stomach alone was measuring time.

I was nothing but a body. Perhaps even less: a famished stomach. The stomach alone was measuring time.     IN

J'en ai perdu des amis, moi. Parfois, il me semble que mon passé n'est qu'un cimetière. Au fond, c'est la raison pour laquelle j'ai suivi Gad et suis devenu terroriste: je n'avais pas d'amis à perdre.

Life? I no longer care to live. I am alone. But I wanted to come back to warn you. Only no one is listening to me …

Ormai non mi interessavo ad altro che alla mia scodella quotidiana di zuppa, al mio pezzo di pane raffermo. Il pane, la zuppa: tutta la mia vita. Ero un corpo. Forse ancora meno: uno stomaco affamato. Soltanto lo stomaco sentiva il tempo passare.

I knew at least Banalia was dead; that had happened right in front of my eyes. They would either eat her now or smoke her body to sell the meat. It made my stomach turn--the DNA in that meat was almost 99 percent the same as human DNA; it was nearly cannibalism. But the men were hungry.

The man did not even hear her. His eyes had gone straight to Mercy where she sat by the hearth, and her own eyes stared back, enormous in her white face. Then with a hoarse, wordless sigh, John Holbrook stumbled across the room, and went down on his knees with his head in Mercy's lap.

Desperate love is always the toughest way to do it.

Look for God like a man on fire looks for water.

Look for God like a man with his head on fire looks for water.

double-pumpin' it when you have to inhale two desperate gasps of oxygen with every sob.

AÈ™a se întâmpl? mereu în cazurile de iubire disperat?, nu? În astfel de cazuri, ne invent?m întotdeauna personajele jucate de partenerii noÈ™tri, le cerem s? fie ce vrem noi s? fie, apoi suferim când refuz? s? joace rolurile respective.

She wrote, "The greater the crisis, it seems, the swifter the evolution." She wrote, "All transformation appears to be motivated by desperation and emergency." She

He doesn't speak. Instead, he grasps me by the collar of my coat and presses his lips to mine. Kiaran kisses me deeply, with an urgency I never thought him capable of. He kisses me like he knows he's going to die. He kisses me like the world is going to end.

El amor desesperado consiste en inventarse un personaje, exigir a la persona amada que lo represente y hundirnos en la miseria cuando se niega a convertirse en ese ser de ficción.

Artemis let her head fall back, her eyes closed, her lips suddenly trembling. Apollo dying. "Please. Please, Maximus. I'll refrain from provoking you anymore. I'll stay in the shadows with my stockings and shoes on and never swim in your pond again, never disturb you again, only please do this one thing, I beg you. Save my brother.