Quotes About Desperation

Todas as nossas humilhações provêm de que não podemos resolver-nos a morrer de fome. Pagamos caro esta covardia. Viver em função dos homens, sem vocação de mendigo! Rebaixar-se ante esses macacos engravatados, sortudos, enfatuados! Estar à mercê dessas caricaturas indignas até de desprezo!

I looked for my salvation in the Utopia, but I have only found some solace in the Apocalypse.

The prayers of a wretch I might accept, but no one else's, not even a saint's.

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always -- take any form -- drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

Terror made me cruel . . .

A person can do anything whom has nothing to lose.

King heard the bang, like the sound of a dropped book. He could feel the moisture on his hand where it had touched Ritter's back. And now the moisture wasn't just sweat. His hand stung where the slug had come out of the body and taken a chunk off his middle finger before hitting the wall behind him. As Ritter dropped, King felt like a comet flying hell-bent and still taking a billion light-years to get where it's actually going.

I watch the men in the hospital, in the streets--some of these men are pretty awful people, they really are slimy sewer scum, do anything to pay down on the car, to meet the damn car payments--they don't care about women, or men, or nobody. It just seems so hopeless.

In any of the world's cities, on a winter night, a boy can be bought for the price of a beer and the promise of warm blankets.

Even when I try to stir myself up, I just get irritated because I can't make anything come out. And in the middle of the night I lie here thinking about all this. If I don't get back on track somehow, I'm dead, that's the sense I get. There isn't a single strong emotion inside me.

Sie war wie ein ausgesetztes Katzenjunges, das in der Gosse schwimmt und erbärmlich schreit - diese dämonische, archaische Überlebenskraft.

Però, chi nella vita non conosce almeno una volta la disperazione e non capisce quali cose valgano veramente, diventa adulto senza avere mai capito che cosa sia veramente la gioia.

I implored the gods: Please, let me live.

For all I know . . . my stomach clenched. She might be more desperate than she appeared, and could disappear just like Dad had. Then, in an instant, I'd never be able to be near her again.

The intensity of a person unafraid of death, at the end of his rope.

Pero una persona tienen que estar completamente desesperada una vez en su vida y, entonces sabe a qué cosas de sí misma no puede renunciar. Si no, llega a la madurez sin saber qué es realmente lo que importa

He knew I loved him to desperately to ever be a reliable witness

If there was ever a time when I wished the earth would open up and swallow me whole,

Depression and despair accompanied the physical symptoms, and before the end "death is seen seated on the face.

Cornwallis was a man who could have thrust his hand in a flame if necessary, but not a man to organize the logistics and arrangements of a large campaign with a likely risk of failure. The smooth face in the Gainsborough portrait with no lines of thought or of frowns or of laughter—with no lines at all—tells as much. It is a face composed by a life of comfort and satisfaction without any need of desperate attempts. As

There's a couple of reasons why I write poetry more than anything else. I have written a few, what could be called short stories, something longer than flash fiction, but after about 6 pages I found that I'm desperate to figure out how to get out of what I've created. Using that many words overwhelms me and I feel like I'm drowning.

I don't know and I don't care anymore. I was supposed to have my way for once, just once in my life. I did everything right and I got nothing for it. I want to kill them all. no, better yet, I want to die. No, even bettter than that: I want to kill them all then die.

I can't take it anymore. I thought maybe there would be one last conversation, but I can't take it. [...] I've thought of it often, over the years, obsessing over it, designing it in my imagination over and over, tweaking and revising [...]