Quotes About Desperation

Night again. We are deadened by the strain—a deadly tension that scrapes along one's spine like a gapped knife. Our legs refuse to move, our hands tremble, our bodies are a thin skin stretched painfully over repressed madness, over an almost irresistible, bursting roar. We have neither flesh nor muscles any longer, we dare not look at one another for fear of some miscalculable thing. So we shut our teeth—it will end—it will end—perhaps we will come through.

Well, she can go to hell with her whispering and her words. You believe in a miracle, but really it just comes down to loaves of bread.

Many slept crouching and the lucky one was he whose bedfellows died in the evening. They were then carried away, and for one night he could stretch out until new arrivals came.

Night again. We are deadened by the strain—a deadly tension that scrapes along one's spine like a gapped knife. Our legs refuse to move, our hands tremble, our bodies are thin stretched painfully over repressed madness, over an almost irresistible, bursting roar. We have neither flesh nor muscle any longer, we dare not look at one another for fear of some miscalculable thing. So we shut our teeth—it will end—it will end—perhaps we will come through.

We have become wild beasts. We do not fight, we defend ourselves against annihilation. It is not against men that we fling our bombs, what do we know of men in this moment when Death is hunting us down—now, for the first time in three days we can see his face, now for the first time in three days we can oppose him; we feel a mad anger. No longer do we lie helpless, waiting on the scaffold, we can destroy and kill, to save ourselves, to save ourselves and to be revenged. ==========

It is not against men that we fling our bombs, what do we know of men in this moment when Death is hunting us down?

We have become wild beasts. We do not fight, we defend ourselves against annihilation. It is not against men that we fling our bombs, what do we know of men in this moment when Death is hunting us down—

Non può essere del tutto scomparsa, quella tenerezza che ci turbava il sangue, quell'incertezza, quell'inquietudine di ciò che doveva giungere, i mille volti dell'avvenire, la melodia dei sogni e dei libri, il fruscio lontano, il presentimento della donna: non può essere scomparso tutto questo sotto il fuoco tambureggiante, nella disperazione, nei bordelli di truppa.

We have become wild beasts. We do not fight, we defend ourselves against annihilation. It is not against men that we fling our bombs, what do we know of men in this moment when Death is hunting us down - now for the first time in three days we can see his face, now for the first time in three days we can oppose him . . . No longer do we lie helpless . . . we can destroy and kill, to save ourselves, to save ourselves and to be revenged.

I merely crawl still farther under the coffin, it shall protect me, though death himself lies in it, (Chapter 4, All Quiet on the Western Front)

There are few situations in life that cannot be resolved promptly, and to the satisfaction of all concerned, by either suicide, a bag of gold, or thrusting a despised antagonist over a precipice on a dark night.

I wonder if he has any plans or if he is just as desperate as I am?

I would take anything I love and throw it off the highest cliff you ever saw and not wait to hear it bounce.

He took the bait like a male and he pulls like a male and his fight has no panic in it. I wonder if he has any plans or if he is just as desperate as I sin?

Wipe the pap of your mother's breast off thy lips and give me a hatful of that dirt,' the man with his chin on the ground said. 'No one of us will see the sun go down this night.

They would hit a man in the water, if they were hungry, even if the man had no smell of fish blood nor of fish slime on him. "Ay," the old man said. "Galanos. Come on galanos.

In the night he awoke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken away from him.

You have anything else eating you?" "Just in general." "How?" "Well I'm half crazy and you're half crazy and then we've got this crew of half saints and desperate men." "It isn't bad to be half saint and half desperate man.

his fight has no panic in it. I wonder if he has any plans or if he is just as desperate as I am? He

Come aboard easy," Thomas Hudson said to them. "Keep away from the stern. We got a Kraut dying on the stern that I want to have die easy. What did you find?" "Nothing," Henry said. "Absolutely nothing.

How do you feel? I feel like hell. Have another? It won't do any good. Try it. You can't tell; maybe this is the one that gets it. Hey, waiter! Another absinthe for this señor!

Er þér sama um líf og þjáningar annarrar mannveru? Þín að minstakosti. Þú ert kvikindi. Já. Ég hélt þú myndir hjálpa mér Hem. Ég myndi feginn vilja skjóta þig.

It would take too long to explain the intimate alliance of contradictions in human nature which makes love itself wear at times the desperate shape of betrayal. And perhaps there is no possible explanation. —Joseph Conrad, Some Reminiscences

My heart's like a wounded beast, clawing me in its death-throes . . . My stomach's a bottomless pit, my mouth a funnel of fire. Hunger and thirst, hunger and thirst . . .