Quotes About Desperation

While the optimists have answers to life's big questions, they are not the right ones, or so I shall argue. Their answers are believed, when they are believed, because people so desperately want to believe them, and not because the force of arguments supporting them makes it the case that we must believe them.

The most dangerous creation of any society is the man who has nothing to lose.

Whatever I did, even backed by Sting's cash and moral support, it turned to shit. I had reached the end of the line. I became a statistic. Jim Berryman, actor, comedian, bookie and lounge-lizard, was on the dole!

Kill me. If you've ever been my friend, kill me.

I promised him!" he screamed, realizing even as he did so that his voice was laced with something wrong. Almost insanity. "I promised I'd save him, take him home! I promised him!

Please, Tommy, Please.

Newt..." "Do it before I become one of them!" "I..." "KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please." With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

I'm so scared of going crazy. I can already feel it happening. Things look weird, sound weird. Out of the blue I'll start thinking about stuff that doesn't make any sense. Sometimes the air around me feels... hard. I don't even know what that means, but it's scary. I'm definitely starting. The Flare's taking my brain to hell.

En su mente y en su corazón se había desencadenado una batalla de emociones. Confusión. Curiosidad. Pánico. Miedo. Pero mezclada con todo eso, había una oscura sensación de absoluta desesperanza, como si el mundo se hubiera acabado, borrado de su cabeza, y hubiese sido reemplazado por algo terrible. Quería correr y esconderse de esa gente.

The kind of noise that made your skin crawl and made you press your hands to your ears and pray it went away.

I know," he finally responded. "But it was so … vicious. So brutal. I wish I could've just shot him from a distance with a gun or something." "Yeah. Sorry it had to go down that way." "What if I see his nasty face every night when I go to sleep? What if he's in my dreams?" He felt a surge of irritation at Brenda for making him stab the Crank—maybe unwarranted when he really considered how desperate they'd been.

El hecho de saber lo que podía ocurrir era agobiante, un manto asfixiante de miedo y sufrimiento que empezaba a cobrar vida. Casi deseaba que aquellos cabrones llegaran y acabaran con todo. La espera era insoportable. Los gemidos distantes de los laceradores se iban acercando a medida que la noche avanzaba, y cada minuto parecía durar más que el anterior.

Kill me. If you've ever been my friend, kill me. Thomas read it over and over, wishing the words would change. To think that his friend hat been so scared that he'd had the foresight to write those words made him sick to his stomach. And he remembered how angry Newt had been at Thomas specifically when they'd found him in the bowling alley. He'd just wanted to avoid the inevitable fate of becoming a Crank. And Thomas had failed him.

I'm a bloody Crank!

Late nights, bloodshot eyes at school, walking around like a Flare-infested Crank,

Thomas didn't have to think. He reached out and took the cup, poured the liquid in his mouth, swallowed all of it at once. It burned like fire, searing his throat and chest as it went down; he broke into a lurching, wracking cough.

Mark wants to scream, to tell her not to do it. But it's too late. The woman pulls the trigger. The boat drives on.

After several minutes, Trina finally stopped in front of a small shack that had been boarded up with three wooden slats nailed across the door. From the outside. Someone had been imprisoned. And that someone was screaming.

I'm a Crank. I'm slowly going crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people.

Come get me! It's all fading.... I'm forgetting everything but you.

La desesperación lo absorbía hacia un vacío enorme que amenazaba con tirarlo a un abismo espantoso.

You shanks are driving me nuts. Can't get out of the Maze, and this idea of hanging with the Grievers at their bachelor pad sounds as stupid as anything I've ever heard in my life. Might as well slit our wrists.

Late nights, bloodshot eyes at school, walking around like a Flare-infested Crank, falling

MÁTAME. SI ALGUNA VEZ HAS SIDO MI AMIGO, MÁTAME.