Quotes About Desperation

We had been together as animals were, desperate and driven by a fierce need

Sue isn't the only one to be overwhelmed and brought to tears. Lots of people are doing it, just standing there crying. They're letting it all out, their sorrow, their desperation, their hope, right there, right now, in the presence of Helene's shrine, for that is what the house has become.

Take one risk and you'll soon take more. It's an addition or it's bravery, it's foolishness or it's desperation.

Curses are like knots, the more you struggle to be free, the tighter they become, whether they're made of rope or spite or desperation.

Please don't let Daddy die Susie, he whispered. I need him.

Once released from life, having lost it in such violence, I couldn't calculate my steps. I didn't have time for contemplation. In violence it is the getting out that you concentrate on. When you begin to go over the edge, life receding from you as a boat recedes inevitably from the shore, you hold on to death tightly, like a rope that will transport you, and you swing out on it, hoping to land away from where you are.

When you begin to go over the edge, life receding from you as a boat recedes inevitably from shore, you hold on to death tightly, like a rope that will transport you, and you swing out on it, hoping only to land away from where you are.

In violence, it is the getting away that you concentrate on. When you begin to go over the edge, life receding from you as a boat recedes inevitably from shore, you hold on to death tightly, like a rope that will transport you, and you swing out on it, hoping only to land away from where you are.

God could perform miracles, and she was praying as hard as she could for one.

Physically I was so low that I knew that if I didn't stop I would soon be dead, yet mentally I was so dependent on my 'crutch' that I was prepared to die rather than stop.

Assuming I am mad (Ha!) god, how I must have suffered to go mad. And all the time I was calling to people to save me and no one put out his hand and held it. This is like suicide, only I am alive and looking out of this living death I can see the people weep and feel sorry. Alas, nobody even weeps. It's all a dream.

who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked ...

who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg, who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade, who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried...

She was so alone. Dead to the world. No one to love. No one who loved her.

Zach," I said as I lay there "Where did you go? When you were looking for me?" I shifted in his arms, looked into his eyes. "Crazy." His voice was a whisper against my skin. "I went crazy.

By the time I found sleep that night, back in the Hawk's Keep, my throat was tight with too many tears unshed, screams unuttered and prayers whose words I could never seem to find.

They say it's men with nothing to lose you should fear. But it's them who fear most.

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

A kiköt?ig ért a házam el?tt tipródó udvarlók sora, és én már nem bírtam a férfias könnyek árját, kénytelen voltam menekülni.

The place smelled of smoke and sweat, of spilled drinks and sprayed vomit, of desperation and wasted chances

The King needs money, so he squeezes the nobles. The nobles squeeze their tenants, the tenants squeeze the peasants. Some of them, the old, the weak, the extra sons and daughters, they get squeezed right out the bottom. Too many mouths to feed. The lucky ones make thieves or whores, the rest end up begging.

Fuck,' he whispered. 'Aye,' said Shivers. Craw almost took a tumble on the wet grass. 'Til he remembered there was an awful lot a man could be saying fuck about. That's the beauty of the word. It can mean just about anything, depending on how things stand. Horror, shock, pain, fear, worry. None were out of place. There was a battle on.

Desperation bakes heroes from the most rotten flour,