Quotes About Desperation

Sometimes that's all life is... One desperate act after another.

When there are no other options, people fight harder. If the choice is life or death they have nothing to lose.

I am desperate for attention. But everyone else is too. Everyone has fantasies of fame and greatness. Life for most people is a process of shedding those fantasies.

Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering Drowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give.

Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.

It's a tiny box, Mirren. Me and Mummy. Me and my pills. Me and my pain. I don't want to live there anymore.

It doesn't matter if one of us is desperately, desperately in love. So much in love, that equally desperate measures must be taken

I cried and bit my fingers and drank wine I snuck from the Clairmont pantry. I spun violently into the sky, raging and banging stars from their moorings, swirling and vomiting. I

No importa que uno de nosotros esté perdida y desesperadamente enamorado. Tan enamorado que deben tomarse medidas igualmente desesperadas.

I have lost you, Gat, because of how desperately, desperately I fell in love.

Quien no haya concebido jamás su propia anulación, quien no haya presentido el recurso a la cuerda, a la bala, al veneno o al mar, es un recluso envilecido o un gusano reptante sobre la carroña cósmica. Este mundo puede quitarnos todo, puede prohibirnos todo, pero no está en el poder de nadie impedir nuestra autoabolición

We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religions opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but an anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not anyone pompous or tearful--were caring for us up in the sky.

By God, if you'd split on me to Mr Ducie, I'd have broken you. It might have cost me hundreds, but I've got them, and the police always back my sort against yours. You don't know. We'd have got you into quod, for blackmail, after which — I'd have blown out my brains.' 'Killed yourself? Death?' 'I should have known by that time that I loved you. Too late . . . everything's always too late.

But who can explain Westminster Bridge Road or Liverpool Street in the morning -- the city inhaling -- or the same thorough-fares in the evening -- the city exhaling her exhausted air? We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face.

Both times it was loneliness, and the night, and panic afterwards.

Thus Betty scraped through a second bitter crisis, one that might have shattered a character more brittle. But she had grown sharp as bile from this, her latest shock, and each passing day increased her edge. Worse, there was no one now to notice her shrinking humanity and cry halt...by turns she would become lightheaded, cackling away like one insane. It was the lightness of one who has nothing more to lose.

I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.

This I do, being mad: Gather baubles about me, Sit in a circle of toys, and all the time Death beating the door in.

Tenía los ojos fijos adelante, sin mirar a nadie ni nada en particular, como quien busca respuestas dentro de sí mismo. Por fin habló, aunque fue breve: "Cagamos", declaró, y bajó la mirada.

These were desperate times, the two men agreed; it was easy to stay at home and pull the bedcovers over your heads, but if nothing was done, someone would rip the bedcovers from your face and tug you naked into the street.

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

When poverty comes in at the door, love flies out the window.

The mother of Sisera looked out at a window, and cried through the lattice, Why is his chariot so long in coming? why tarry the wheels of his chariots?

At least a bank robber uses his arms to steal money. I am using money to steal an arm.