Quotes About Desperation

I really got tired of it all. I was angry about the johns.

I had to steal to survive.

I have this feeling - of being unplugged and too far from the socket and what remains is a red warning bar.

I am the beast at the end of the rope.

Watching me, judging me, smelling the crippling failure oozing from my skin, my desperation clawing and all-consuming panic drenching me as I gape in horror at the world and wonder why everyone is smiling and looking at me with secret knowledge of my aching shame.

drowning in a sea of logic this monstrous state of palsy

She's sick to the fucking gills of herself and wishes wishes wishes that something would happen to make life begin.

I leaned toward him and whispered, "I'm drowning. Save me." But when I tried to grasp his shoulder my hand passed through him. "I'm over here," he said. I said, "No wonder I can't touch you. You're dead too." Or perhaps I didn't say it.

People who are desperate are much more effective than people who have time to waste.

She ran, and leaned to the wall, until her face was close to mine and her breath came on me. I said, 'I'll do it. I'll go with you. I love you, and I cannot give you up. Only tell me what I must do and I will do it!' Then I saw her eye, and it was black, and my own face swam in it, pale as a pearl. And then, it was like Pa and the looking-glass. My soul left me - I felt it fly from me and lodge in her.

never occurred to her. She desperately tried to think through the implications of it.

We can't go on like this. Look at you! It's killing you! And I--I can't do it any longer, not the way we've been doing it till now... I can't share you with something that passes itself off as a marriage, but is really habit and pride and ... empty embraces, or worse. If I loved you less, I might be able to, but--I can't. I won't.

God! Molly, will you just stop and listen to me?" he begged, trying to wrap himself around me again. I pushed him away. "What could you possibly say that I'd want to hear?" I demanded, slapping his lying arms away. "I love you," he pleaded. And it broke my heart into a thousand tiny pieces. Because it was only now, when I knew that I could never stand to be near him again, that he was telling me what I'd always wanted to hear.

The sounds were trapped in the tank with him. His fingers pawed at the wet plastic but could find no hold.

I'm the drowning boy. I've been drowning for years.

As Chains had once said, feeling like you wanted desperately to die was fine evidence that you had yet to do so.

Have you considered extreme, desperate measures like talking to her again?" "Yeah, but, well..." "You've yeah-but your way to this point," said Jean. "You're going to yeah-but this mess until it's time to go home, and I don't doubt you'll yeah-but her out of your life. Quit circling at a distance. Go talk to her, for Preva's sake.

We go now," said Locke, "or I leave you here to die. Understanding is a luxury; you don't get to have it. Sorry.

He lay there shaking in the light of the red lamps, in a silent hall, alone with his triumph, unable to move and bleeding to death.

feeling like you wanted desperately to die was fine evidence that you had yet to do so.

he had a bloody gash across his throat and a physiker was trying to sew it up, Lamora would steal the needle and thread

this was looking like her final hour. They'd not seen a Zaphead for two days, ever since leaving the highway and taking the Old Turnpike Road, a winding dotted line on the map that promised few houses and even fewer murderous mutants. The bite wound on Rachel's left calf had gotten steadily worse, passing from

Our hope, and it's a sad hope, is that... well, I mean we need a tip. That's why we have such a big reward. We just hope that someone is holding her for her child and that we can, you know, get her back with a tip.

Jon can barely afford enough drink to forget how poor he is, and