Quotes About Desperation

Losing is better then winning if you have to kill yourself in order to win

A full week cooped up in the hotel? Just shoot me now.

People in other countries, they all want to come to America. They say, "You can eat twenty-four hours a day in America." I say yeah, they're right. If you have some money, or a pistol, you can get something to eat.

Until we learn to love others as ourselves, it's difficult to blame broken people who desperately try to affirm themselves when no one else will.

I am singing now while Rome burns.

Something's not right about what I'm doing but I'm still doing it— living in the worst parts, ruining myself.

I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy.

This boy, half-destroyed, screaming Drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. Henry, make something happen.

So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts, something other than the desperation.

And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired.

so it's summer, so it's suicide, so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

In societies with no restaurants or supermarkets, the need for a wife can lead a man to desperate measures. Among the Inuit, where a woman contributed no food calories, her cooking and production of warm, dry hunting clothes were vital: a man cannot both hunt and cook. The pressure could drive widowers or bachelors to neighboring territories in an attempt to steal a woman, even if it meant killing her husband.

Hunger has always been more or less at my elbow when I played, but now I began to wake up at night to find hunger standing at my bedside, staring at my gauntly.

Her voice had been the only sound in the room for ten minutes or more, and it had been continuous. She seemed keenly aware of this, but aware too that if she allowed herself to stop the house would fill with a silence as thick as water, an impossibly deep, wide pool in which she would flounder and drown.

On their right, in a black marsh, the spring peepers were in full and desperate song.

There's never been anything funny about a woman dying for love.

But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders . The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?" He used that hand to pull me closer. "Why do you react that way if I don't mean anything to you?" There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate.

Rose. Roza. Open your eyes." I've never heard heard his voice so strained, so frantic. "Don't go to sleep on me. Not yet.

We were going to kill ourselves in trying to kill each other.

The Alchemists' beliefs are my beliefs," I say quickly. She arched an eyebrow. "Are they? I would hope your beliefs would be your beliefs." I'd never thought about it that way before, but I suddenly hoped desperately that her words were true.

You can't," I murmured, swallowing the tears back with great effort. "You can't keep saving me, can't keep trying to. It's too late." "No," he said. His heart was in his eyes, and it was ripping mine apart. "Not for you. Never.

All this time…ever since I sold my soul, I've been clinging to this idea that there is something pure and decent out there. That there was something to give me hope that even if I was a lost cause, at least there was something bright and good in the world. But there isn't. If there was, Seth wouldn't have fallen. Erik wouldn't have died. Andrea Mortensen wouldn't be dying." -Georgina to Carter

I lifted the lid and found a piece of bread and some water—and a rat that quickly darted off the tray. Talk about adding insult to injury.

Stop it!" he yelled, gripping my arms. "Don't you get it? You can't win!" "Then kill me!