Quotes About Desperation

Not even a suicide these days does away with himself in desperation but deliberates on this step so long and so sensibly that he is strangled by calculation, making it a moot point whether or not he can really be called a suicide, inasmuch as it was in fact the deliberating that took his life. A premeditated suicide he was not, but rather a suicide by means of premeditation.

Sometimes loneliness is an emergency situation

I just want my name back so my life can go back to chaotic and weird instead of chaotic and desperate.

Trent sighed, visibly bothered at my admittedly childish behavior, but I was hot, damn it, and needed money, and therefore I was vulnerable to his bribes and his air-conditioned car.

God, how did I get to this place where my friends sell themselves to keep me alive?

Most people," he said, "are desperate to be needed. And if they don't feel good about themselves or think they're undeserving of love, some will fasten upon the worst possible way to satisfy that need to punish themselves. They're the addicts, the shadows both claimed and unclaimed, passed like the fawning sheep they make themselves into as they search for a glimmer of worth, knowing it's false even as they beg for it.

It's amazing how little you need to keep starving people strung along.

ingen Penge mere og kan ikke arbejde, blaut, Far, udsuget, Fan danse mig.

Hasta mis manos me parecían repugnantes. La deformación impúdica del dorso de mis manos me atormentaba; me sentía brutalmente impresionado a la vista de mis delgados dedos; odiaba todo mi cuerpo fláccido, y me horrorizaba llevarlo, sentirlo junto a mí. ¡Si todo esto pudiera terminar ahora! ¡Dios mío, quisiera morir!

Here I am. Standing with my watch in hand which I'm going to pawn. So in with you. You hungry sinner.

I had remarked so plainly that, whenever I had been hungry for any length of time, it was just as if my brains ran quite gently out of my head and left me with a vacuum--my head grew light and far off, I no longer felt its weight on my shoulders, and I had a consciousness that my eyes stared far too widely open when I looked at anything.

How steadily my predicament had gotten worse! By now I was so utterly denuded of objects that I didn't even have a comb left, or a book to read when I felt hopeless.

Vi blev vel som to gale tilslut, så deilig var han. Jeg stod og bakte småkaker en dag, så kom han utenfor vinduet og så ind. Jeg hadde rørt ved den bløte deig så længe og rullet den lang og skåret den i stykker med kniv; nu sa jeg til ham og viste ham kniven: Var det ikke bedst om vi begge døde? Jo, svarte han, kom med mig til hytten så skal vi gjøre det!

It is a sad spectacle, a dead town trying to pretend it is alive.

I was drunk with starvation; my hunger had made me tipsy.

I had noticed very clearly that every time I went hungry a little too long it was as though my brains simply ran quietly out of my head and left me empty. My head became light and floating. I could no longer feel its weight on my shoulders, and I had the sense that my eyes were remaining far too open when I looked at anything.

Who am I now among men? Or am I lost already? Am I nothing already? And I cry out and call my name to hear if it still lives.

Yo, Dekko, who do I gotta blow around here to get a shower?

Even over the rumble of the quakes, I thought I heard Jack rasp, Bebe? Then louder: Doan you do this! I gasped out, T-take care of him, Jack- Death yanked me to him, sweeping me up in his arms. I fought him with any strength I had left, hyperventilating, dulling my claws on his armor, not even scratching it. Death just laughed. Evie! EVIE! Jack's bellows grew fainter as the light brightened. I'm comin' for you! You know I will!

I can't lose you. The very thought makes me crazed. I can't even allow myself to imagine you leaving me.

I was right. Cat food tasted worse on the way up. As my best friend Mel would've said in my situation: "Somebody better get some mothertrucking filet mignon up in this bitch, or I will MUTINY.

His kiss was desperate, a night before the gallows kiss.

Will he lose her just when he's found her? Never, he grates.  He surrenders himself to the beast inside him, the beast that will take its freedom with its teeth, drink water from the gutters, and scavenge refuse to survive.

Her growing certainty that she was withholding some essential part of herself had filled her with quiet desperation.