Quotes About Desperation

I was pondering the vanity of human wishes and the desperation of human hope, the tooth of time, the vulnerability of good and the unseen omnipresence of evil, and the frailty and passion of life.

He's splitting me open, I thought. He'll break me and then I'll die.

The sun melts butter and hardens clay. Blessed are the troubled who allow their tribulation to soften their heart to repentance. Notice how often God uses our children to get our attention. Christianity is a religion of rescue. It is designed for the desperate.

On the streets of the city They have taken my Who-I-Am As well as my What-I-Was And now I am desperate for them both Again

To be honest, I don't think so. I think what's made me better is success and money. Lack of success made me desperate and crazy. All the bad things I've done in my life came out of that desperation.

Now I'm hiding in Honduras/ I'm a desperate man/ Send lawyers, guns and money/ The shit has hit the fan — lyrics from Lawyers, Guns and Money song. Copyright © Warren Zevon 1978

A drowning man cannot be saved until he is utterly exhausted and ceases to make the slightest effort to save himself.

I'd never compared myself to being dead before, but it was the only thing I could think of. The only thing worse than the situation I faced.

and then I scream loud enough to wake the dead... but it doesn't.

Hopelessness is seeing someone else who has been there for eight months and hasn't been asked a single question and is just begging to be convicted and executed already.

In the streets you saw people frozen in their cars, suffocated to death.

Sometimes I joke to Munir that someone should gather all of us Syrians in one place and kill us so we can be done with this whole thing already. Then we'll all go to heaven and leave Bashar al-Assad to rule over an empty country.

If I'd known this was life here I would have stayed in Syria and handed myself over to ISIS. It's better to die once than die slowly every day.

Suicide is... the sincerest form of criticism life gets.

I am so stupid, so easily fooled. It's really almost funny. If I could lift a finger I would gladly kill myself.

Many unfortunate human situations unfold [. . .] where people who face bad options take desperate gambles, accepting a high probability of making things worse in exchange for a small hope of avoiding a large loss. The thought of accepting the large sure loss is too painful, and the hope of complete relief is too enticing, to make the sensible decision that it is time to cut one's losses.

There is no refuge from confession but suicide; and suicide is confession

This must always be admitted of us—for desperate dash and cruelty we were unbettered men.

People do strange things sometimes, when they feel hopeless.

Being high felt as if half of me was wandering lost in the streets and half of me was calling out, hoping that I'd make it back before someone took advantage.

It's like my entire conscious state has been reduced to this toxic blend of hope and uncertainty. I hate that I have to act cool and almost pretend I don't like him when in fact I do, because, God forbid, I might come across as desperate for affection or a little clingy, which everyone should know are perfectly natural human behaviors, after all. Ugh!

No Desperation, No Dignity.

When desperate people seek easy solutions without doing the hard work of fundamental learning and change, resilience is undermined and real growth and learning fade.

In New York, everyone's desperate for success, desperate for money and desperate to be accepted, but in London they're more laid back about things like that.