Quotes About Desperation

If a picture on the wall can remember, you remember that this is not the first time. If a picture on the wall can know things, you know that he has tried to leap out of that window before, and he is about to try again. He is trying to kill himself. He has tried nine times in the past fifty days. If a picture on the wall can regret, you regret this. It is a terrible waste for this man to keep trying to kill himself, since he does not at all want to die.

It is easy to understand why so many minds of this century flocked to the authoritarianism of the Nazi, the Fascist, or the Communist in their desperation for an ordering principle. Having no true picture of reality, butrecognizing the need of someguiding principle outside their confused, bewildered, and frustrated minds, they would throw themselves into the false ordering of dictatorship.

Admat, don't kill me! Don't be wrathful. Don't exist!

If I have one wish for my birthday, it is that 35 is the end of desperation and the beginning of acceptance. Part of that is believing that if I'm meant to give birth, I will.

One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.

Near the gates and within two cities there will be scourges the like of which was never seen: famine within plague, people put out by steel, crying to the great immortal God for relief.

Niger is not an isolated island of desperation. It lies within a sea of problems across Africa - particularly the 'forgotten emergencies' in poor countries or regions with little strategic or material appeal.

Fool! Don't you see now that I could have poisoned you a hundred times had I been able to live without you.

I don't think human beings learn anything without desperation. Desperation is a necessary ingredient to learning anything or creating anything. Period. If you ain't desperate at some point, you ain't interesting.

People only attempt perilous journeys like crossing the Channel because they are desperate. It is deeply concerning that men, women, and children feel they have no choice but to put their lives at risk in their search for a safe place to live.

The process is very gradual, you see. At first there's the tainted stage; they know what will eventually happen to them if they go on but they say, 'Oh God, don't do it to me do it again, please, please.'

I always say three things make a writer: inspiration, obviously; perspiration, doing the work. But the third is desperation. I'm not really fit for anything else, or to have a real job. That fear drives me. The pressure has always been self inflicted.

I would still ask the government not to drive the people of India to desperation, or else there is no other course left open to the people except to inaugurate the policy of non-cooperation, though not necessarily the programme of Mr. Gandhi.

Catalina oía, desde su desvalimiento, las carreras y los gritos, el caracolear de los caballos, los cacareos agudos, los gañidos agónicos de los cerdos. Carcajadas brutales se mezclaban con los débiles estertores y el llanto de los niños seguía al estruendo de muebles derribados, de trastos rotos, de telas desgarradas.

Laura decided to send a cable to Lady Honoria after all, on the chance that she might still reach her in Baden-Baden. But while she was planning what to say, she felt, all of a sudden, the room start to spin about her, dizzying her, so that she fell back across the bed and across the pillows wondering what was happening to her until everything went as pitch-black as night and she sank down and down and down into a dark, endless tunnel.

Even with tear gas, tommy guns and a police cordon, there is no way to take a desperate man without risking your life.

The truth: after just one novel, I had lost touch with my muse. The quietly desperate, jaded girl in my head had stopped slinging sardonic wit into my psyche.

Starving men should never pretend to enjoy a crust of bread.

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Denny watched the monster tear it off at the elbow, gun still clutched firmly in his palm.

The field that cannot feed even its tiller Burn down every stalk that stands on it.

Poverty is the mother of crime.

I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.