Quotes About Desperation

La mattina dopo mi sono stesa sul letto e mi sono infilata il ferro da maglia nel sesso, piano piano. Andavo a tentoni senza trovare il collo dell'utero e un non riuscivo a non fermarmi appena sentivo un po' di dolore. Mi sono resa conto che da sola non ce l'avrei fatta. La mia impotenza mi gettava nella disperazione. Non ero all'altezza. "Niente. Mi sembrava impossibile. Piango e non ne posso più".

To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain.

It's sad, the lottery. Good projects get funded by it, but there's an air of desperation about it.

I wasn't dreaming of freedom when I escaped from North Korea... I was willing to risk my life for the promise of a bowl of rice.

Al Qaeda has dominated the battlefield of the soul among the disaffected, disenfranchised, and dissatisfied. It promises action instead of discussion.

I felt I couldn't be a good mom anymore, but I didn't want my children to grow up without a mom. I felt I had to end our lives to protect us from any grief or harm.

Ahimè, sento parole dolorose, peggiori per me di ogni morte. Non essere così crudele da abbandonarmi, te ne prego, per gli dei, per questi figli che lascerai orfani. Non cedere, fatti coraggio! Se tu muori io non sono più niente: solo per te esisto e vivo.

I sprang up, empty-handed, groping round For spear or sword, when, lo, a young strong man Was close to me and slashed, and the sword ran Deep through my flank. I felt its passage well, So deep, so wide, so spreading . . . then I fell. And they, they got the bridles in their hand And fled. . . . Ah! Ah! This pain. I cannot stand.

Nobody ever became a writer just by wanting to be one. If you have anything to say, anything you feel nobody has ever said before, you have got to feel it so desperately that you will find some way to say it that nobody has ever found before, so that the thing you have to say and the way of saying it blend as one matter - as indissolubly as if they were conceived together…. - The Crack-Up

He snatched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his burred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.

The track curved and now it was going away from the sun, which as it sank lower, seemed to spread itself in benediction over the vanishing city where she had drawn her breath. He stretched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.

Her love had reached a point where now at last she was beginning to be unhappy, to be desperate.

Nobody ever became a writer just by wanting to be one. If you have anything to say, anything you feel nobody has ever said before, you have got to feel it so desperately that you will find some way to say it that nobody has ever found before, so that the thing you have to say and the way of saying it blend as one matter--as indissolubly as if they were conceived together.

but they were frightened at his survivant will, once a will to live, now become a will to die.

Yet her tired heart, beating until it shook her breasts, made her sure that there was still life in her, desperately shaken, threatened…

La propia ciudad, a pesar de que ella se hubiese ido estaba impregnada de una belleza melancólica [...] Alargó la mano desesperadamente como para atrapar solo una brizna de aire, para salvar un fragmento del lugar que ella había hecho precioso para él. Pero todo pasaba demasiado deprisa ya para sus ojos empañados y supo que había perdido para siempre aquella parte que era la más pura y la mejor.

She began to cry—she cried and cried. I rushed out and found her mother's maid, and we locked the door and got her into a cold bath.

They had senselessly begun to abuse each other's love, tear it into shreds.

Going to take a room at the Commodore, get into a hot bath and open a vein.

He stretched out his had desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she (Daisy) had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.

One gal drank a can of floor wax and topped it off with a cup of Clorox, trying to separate herself from the same world he was in.

A vida é um hospital Onde quase tudo falta. Por isso ninguém te cura E morrer é que é ter alta.

Some say there's no life without hope, others that hope makes life meaningless.

Una cosa es el heroísmo y otra cosa el suicidio por inanición