Quotes About Desperation

enferma, y entonces, asqueado de sí mismo, saltaba del lecho, le entregaba el dinero a la prostituta, y sin haberla usado, huía hacia otro infierno a gastar el dinero que no le pertenecía, a hundirse más en su locura que aullaba a todas horas.

He also discovered that he was bitter and full of resentment, that he oozed resentment, and that he might easily kill someone, anyone, if it would provide a respite from the loneliness and rain and cold of Madrid, but this was a discovery that he preferred to conceal.

Hay una literatura para cuando estás aburrido. Abunda. Hay una literatura para cuando estás calmado. Esta es la mejor literatura, creo yo. También hay una literatura para cuando estás triste. Y hay una literatura para cuando estás alegre. Hay una literatura para cuando estás ávido de conocimiento. Y hay una literatura para cuando estás desesperado. Esta ultima es la que quisieron hacer Ulises Lima y Belano.

The Lord's Prayer? asked the inspector. No, oh no, my mind went blank, said the Pápago, I prayed for my soul, I prayed to the Holy Mother, I begged the Holy Mother not to abandon me.

So Lorenzo grew up in Chile without arms, an unfortunate situation for any child, but he also grew up in Pinochet's Chile, which turned unfortunate situations into desperate ones, on top of which he soon discovered that he was homosexual, which made his already desperate situation inconceivable and indescribable. Given these circumstances, it is not surprising that Lorenzo became an artist. (What else could he do?)

in other words near the settlement of El Obelisco, which was neither a village nor exactly a suburb of Santa Teresa, but a way station for the poorest of the poor who came each day from the south, people who slept there at night and even died in hovels that they didn't think of as homes but as one more stop along the road to something different or at least a place where they would be fed.

I was dying. And I had never been enough for anything.

Where is the justice of fate, when a half-wit has in abundance and values not at all that which I so desperately lack?

In my room, in the dark, I understood what I never had before, what no one else seemed to. I understood how a boy could go into the woods with a bullet and a gun and not come out. That there was no conspiracy, no evil influences or secret rituals; that sometimes there was only pain and the need to make it stop.

God, I know you're sick of hearing me beg, but this is my woman, my wife. My best friend! No, she's so much more than that—she's the other half of my heart. I've waited my whole life for her—I'd give my life a hundred times to keep her safe! A thousand times! She's every breath I take, every single beat of my heart. I don't think I can live without her now. Not now…Please, God. Please. Oh God, please…

The keel scraped the sharp rocks. Shrieking as if in pain, the keel split open and the sea swarmed over the decks, flooding into the lower part of the boat, bringing it down, the craft pitching and bobbing even as it sank into the hurtling depths.

Oh, God, please

A man who can't love but desperately needs to be loved is a dangerous thing indeed.

little fucker!" Star shouted at him. "No! Don't kill me! Please, God!" The dude's hands flew up to where his head got hit and he crumpled in half like a paper doll, falling to his knees on a pile of rotted wood and greasy drywall. The corner was filled with garbage spilling

When you're held underwater, you think only of air.

Opium and heroin had not caused our poverty and hopelessness. Rather, poverty and hopelessness had brought about an unquenchable desire to forget. After

Everyone becomes a believer in a crisis, calling on a God with whom to cut a last-ditch deal. She'd

He wept because he was afraid now that he could not save Gabriel. He no longer cared about himself

Could you people stop trying to come up with novel ways to kill me for just ONE HOUR? Or maybe the rest of the night? I would SO like that. Just the rest of the night. Just sit down. Just stop doing anything. Sit down and wait sensibly. Earth, water, air, fire - you're running out of elements here!

Tej glanced toward the balcony. Toward him. Toward the balcony. Toward him. Why is this a hard choice? From the hallway, a teeth-gritting mechanical whine began, as of someone cutting through an airseal door. "You can't tell me you'd rather jump off a twenty-story building and smash in your skull than marry me," Ivan went on desperately. "I am not a fate worse than death, dammit! Or at least not worse than that death, good God!

What do you think, my lord Castillar?" Cazaril swallowed. "I think…I think if you lent me a razor now, for me to cut my throat with, it would save ever so many steps. Please Your Grace." The Provincara snorted. "Good, Cazaril, good. I do so like a man who doesn't underestimate his situation.

Don't you leave! She screamed the order, eyes blazing, her lips trembling as tears fell and hysteria threatened to overwhelm her. If you leave me, Noah Blake, if you don't come back when this is over, don't bother coming back at all. He touched her cheek. Ran his thumb over her lips. You are the best part of me, he whispered. Always remember that, Sabella. The best part of me.

I felt hopeless. I was never going to get better. All I was doing was spending time that was really wasted since I was ultimately going to get done what had to be done. Put your finger in a bucket of water and pull it out. The hole left is how much I'd be missed. Killing myself was my job, my responsibility.

I am stealing more and more money. I keep it in my top drawer beneath my underwear, along with my diaphragm and lipstick and switchblade—these are things a woman needs