Quotes About Desperation

It seems to me that Christians in the West are being coddled. We suffer little in the name of Christ. Therefore, we read the Bible not with a desperate hunger for evidences of God's triumph in pain, but with a view to improving our private pleasures.

Whatever it takes, Lord, keep me desperate for You because I tend to wander when I stop feeling my need for You.

And then, before I knew it, Duke was dead. . . . He was a truckdriver, and sometimes we were so poor we couldnt even make it: I had to hustle in drag in order to keep us going

The world was revealing its death to me by the process of slow discovery: the slowly gnawing loss of innocence; and I found myself longing for the God in Whom, unquestionably, I had believed as a child. But this world of loneliness and desperation belied Him. The sky was now a black cave where once it had been limitless, stretching into that Heaven of childhood angels and peace.

First she got Jesus, probably fifteen years ago, and that didn't work out, so she tried Scientology, and that didn't help, but it cost a lot of money, so she tried Buddhism and yoga, and those didn't work, so she started drinking. I think that helped, because she's still drinking.

Needle marks scarred her hands, the only place on her body she could still find a vessel. She was dissolving and injecting ten to twenty pills a day. The highs weren't really highs anymore, just a break from the bone-deep pain of withdrawal.

Be a chef, be a beggar, be divorced a zillion times, no one in this city cared. Smoke yourself to death out the window. Scare your wife and go to jail. It was heaven to live here. Susie never got that. Poor Susie.

Her work failed her. She had reached a desperate, claustrophobic stage of being imprisoned halfway in a novel: there was too much behind her for her to retreat and not a glimmer of light ahead. She sat for hours without writing, staring at the last few wrods on the page, seeing no significance in them. Her characters fell into frozen poses, speech died on their lips: they had sat at a banquet for weeks and she had not the power to bring them to their feet again.

Hope—you think of hope as a bright thing, a strong thing, sustaining. But it's not. It's the opposite. It's simply this: lumps of stale bread stuck down your shirt. Stale gray bread eked out with ground fish bones, which you won't eat because you're going to give it away, and maybe you'll get a message through to your friend.

It's not desperation—there is something inhuman in it. That is what I find so creepy. Five years of destruction and mayhem, lives lost everywhere, shortages of food and fuel and clothing—and the insane mind behind it just urges us all on and on to more destruction. And we all keep playing.

They eat everything alive. People, dogs, horses. Everything with flesh on it. So many of them crawling. Everywhere. Leaving the bones behind.

I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I've had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.

I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I've had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.

When I was lying on the floor of the refrigerated trailer and couldn't move, all I could think about was getting out of there and back to you. I didn't want my life to end.

Every day someone out there comes to the end of his tether, decides he can't carry on any more, and starts looking for a really good method to end it all. How do you do it? Let me count the ways.

Give me one last time," he begged. "Please, please. I beg you." "I—" She stopped and started again. "I'm afraid, Gabriel. You'll break my heart." "Mine is already broken.

He took one step forward, thinking to run after the carriage, to run mad, madder than he already was.

was eleven years later, my life had changed beyond recognition, and yet here I was, still desperately trying to act normal, while the world around me appeared to have gone completely mad.

More or less, lack of inspirations and motivations do cause desperation, depression and hopelessness. I mean, anyone who is not always inspired or motivated is likely to feel despaired, desperate and hopeless in life. But on the other hand, anyone who is often inspired or motivated will hardly feel depressed, despaired or hopeless in life. Therefore, do source, search or go for inspirations and motivations as often as you can.

More or less, what causes desperation, depression or hopelessness is nothing else but lack of motivation and inspiration i.e. anyone who is not often inspired or motivated is likely to become despaired, desperate or hopeless in life. But on the other hand, anyone who is often inspired and motivated will hardly feel depressed, despaired or hopeless in life. Therefore, do source, search and always go for inspirations and motivations as often as you can. -Emeasoba George

Neîmplinirea unui om este o sinucidere prin etape.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

For all we tell ourselves about not outliving a stillborn babe, instead of clearing out at the first opportunity, we cling, with lunatic energy, to one day more.

Secondo me l'atto di scrivere è proprio questo, dico sul serio: un atto di immensa solitudine. Lo scrittore non ha senso se non in queste condizioni. Quello che fai dopo è prostituzione. Ma non appena accetti di esistere, devi accettare la prostituzione. Per me chiunque non si suicidi è in qualche modo uno che si prostituisce.