Quotes About Desperation

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.

A man lost in the desert must take such water as he is offered, no matter who it comes from.

It's hard to stay calm when you're terrified, helpless, alone, at the mercy of men with no mercy at all.

I have seen hell, it is a great city under siege.

You are beautiful inside and outside, through and through, and I love you completely. Desperately. With every inch of my heart and soul, and I always will to my dying day.

Edward spends every night reaching for unconsciousness as if it were a rock in the middle of a river, while a fierce current pulls him away. His fingertips sometimes

Anfering sex for money is not a profession that glorifies women; it is a profession born of desperation, poverty, alieatioin, and loneliness.

She swallowed, sent him a wild look, and rushed out. The slam of the door echoed through the empty corridor as she collapsed breathless against the wall outside his room. In a futile attempt to quiet her galloping heart, she pressed one trembling hand to her heaving chest. What in Hades must Lyle make of her bizarre behavior? He must think her raving mad. Right now, she was inclined to agree. Charlotte

Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell's wall. To write like that.

An insane impatience for death was driving mankind to a second suicide, even before the full effect of the first had been felt.

To not be self-conscious of your appearance is huge, and something that I desperately hope to carry into film at some point in my useless life - to not be thinking, 'My ear looks weird from this angle, why is the camera over there?'

At this period, too, Leningraders resorted to their most desperate food substitutes, scraping dried glue from the underside of wallpaper and boiling up shoes and belts. (Tannery processes had changed, they discovered, since the days of Amundsen and Nansen, and the leather remained tough and inedible.)

Of course, it was possible that Fiedler might die more quickly and more terribly than they had feared in the struggles he'd gotten involved in. Only in times when nothing at all is possible anymore does life pass by like a shadow. But those times when everything becomes possible again contain all of life as well as death and destruction.

One of the standard methods of criminal escape involved cannibalism.

Go somewhere else. Somewhere safer." Anywhere else. God, please. Or he was likely to do something horribly awful, like surrender his sanity and kiss her.

Her pride had once been a mile wide. So fierce and strong that she'd thought she could survive on the trait alone. The constant ache in her belly, the desperation, Kenny's fate...all had shown her otherwise.

And tonight our skin, our bones, that have survived our fathers, will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one of us will shout, "My need is more desperate!" and I will eat you slowly with kisses even though the killer in you has gotten out.

My poems only come when I have almost lost the ability to utter a word. To speak, in a way, of the unspeakable.

Sleep without pills? impossible. take pills! death? have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.

The trees were not Aletheia's gift to the wizards for their service, not living monuments to great men and women. They were monuments of a desperate act, necessitated because of foolishness and greed. The trees were not the wizards' respite. They were their sacrifice.

Et, quand vous ne pouvez pas raconter, vous avez l'impression de mourir d'étouffement.

But should it matter what we do as long as we use our strength courageously and lead a life without desperation to the end? Isn't it wrong to escape, make a detour and be lost, all of which have led me here to the farthest-flung edge of the world? Wouldn't I have had a good courageous life if only I had been able to resist sickness and fear? Will I be made to face the consequences just because I had nothing to counter a nameless and agonizing desperation?

In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chococlate in my mouth,the one as hateful as the other