Quotes About Desperation

She wanted more than anything to believe him. To believe that things didn't always have to be so desperate, so painful. To believe she didn't always have to be alone. To believe that maybe, just maybe, one day, everything would be okay.

My father could talk about the Romany way of life and its culture. He could talk about freedom and the Scottish spirit. But that was all he could talk about. I was desperate for someone to talk to but there was just nobody there.

Remember; no matter how desperate the situation seems, time spent thinking clearly is never time wasted.

Our family has gone through a very difficult time. My husband and I have taken the brunt of it. I've never known what it truly felt like to be so sad and desperate inside.

Hey, any time you're throwing bodies over board it is to save yourself.

She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn't have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.

Oh, Myr, he chokes out. I hate having to ask this of you... He glances towards the car again, and I crouch down in the shadows, hoping it's too dark for him to see whether the window is open or closed. The woman pats his arm, cradling her hand against his elbow. You know I'd do anything for you and Hil, she says. I like her voice. It's throaty and rich. You'd do anything? my father repeats numbly. Even now? After -? Even now, the woman says firmly.

And the girl started up as if to go and kill herself in her turn, throw herself in her turn into the sea, and afterwards she wept because she thought of the man from Cholon and suddenly she wasn't sure she hadn't loved him with a love she hadn't seen because it had lost itself in the affair like water in sand and she rediscovered it only now, through this moment of music flung across the sea.

Ne mettrez-vous pas fin à sauvage cri, Ce fauve hurlement des bêtes qu'on abat ? Jusqu'à quand, insensé, meurtrissant et meurtri, Dévoreras-tu ta propre substance ?… … Comme un père hébété égorge son enfant, Et prie, ô l'imbécile !

preferably desperate. And

A certain amount of desperation is usually necessary before we're ready for God.

En nuestro sueño, el dolor que no puede olvidar cae gota a gota sobre el corazón humano y en nuestra desesperación, contra nuestra voluntad, viene la sabiduría a través de la tremenda gracia de Dios.

men and women desperate enough to risk death to express their wishes.19

She could see it surprised him, too, sometimes. He told her once when there was a storm a bird had flown into the house. He'd never seen one like it. The wind must have carried it in from some far-off place. He opened all the doors and windows, but it was so desperate to escape that for a while it couldn't find a way out. "It left a blessing in the house," he said. "The wildness of it. Bringing the wind inside.

There was no way to abandon guilt, no decent way to disown it. All the tangles and knots of bitterness and desperation and fear had to be pitied. No, better, grace had to fall over them.

But when folks are down to the one thing that keeps them alive, that one thing can be meanness. It makes you feel like you're there, you're doing something.

And there I was, trudging through the same old nowhere, day after day, always wanting to slow down, to sit down, to lie down, with my father walking on ahead, no doubt a little desperate, as he had every right to be.

But when folks are down to the one thing that keeps them alive, that one thing can be meanness. It

Srebrenka lived down at the end of my street. One morning I was supposed to get together with her for coffee, but it was raining like hell all day, so I never went. And that rainy afternoon, she actually did it: she committed suicide. But—when we Slavs do things, we do them big!—she committed not just single but quadruple suicide: She turned on the gas in the oven, cut her wrists, took sleeping pills, and hanged herself.

Un tiro es un segundo. Eso es preferible a irse muriendo de a poquitos, de hambre, de frío, de soledad, de tristeza.

But you go through with it, continue to fight, because you hope one day it won't be like this. Life can be so cruel. It doles out just enough hope to keep you going, like a small cup of water and one slice of bread to someone on the verge of starvation.

The church's entrance was strewn with the dark immobile forms of men in bulky overcoats, asleep on cardboard boxes. They might have been dark whales, caught unaware by a tide that suddenly receded, leaving them stranded on the steps.

He could barely open his eyes. 'Hello? You there, God? It's me Judy.' 'Kipling. Can you hear me?' 'I'd like to order room service, please. I'd like the spaghetti Bolognese.' He rolled off the raft into the pool, sinking. I pulled off my shoes and raincoat and dove after him, finding him drifting motionless along the bottom. Madly I kicked back to the surface. 'Kipling! Can you hear me? 'It's the final countdown,' He sang, his eyes slits. I was the lone nurse working in a madhouse.

The Key to Paradise was for poor people. Thousands of young kids, promised a better life, exploded on the minefields with their keys around their necks.