Quotes About Desperation

I rolled up my sleeve. Penned on my arm in my own writing: If I prove I'm not selfish, Daniel will love me.

Cuántos silencios existían? ¿El de un bosque, el del mar en un día plácido, el de un bebé dormido? ¿El de la desesperación final?

Human beings have hope. Not matter how desperate things are, they convince themselves that they can change things for the better." - John Gregory (Clash of the Demons)

As he fled he caught glimpses from the corner of his eye, and his only reaction was to run faster, so fast that his straining heart was at bursting point. Glimpses of something starved beyond the point of living, as white as bone, running along beside him on all fours like an animal, yet more twisted and unnatural than any he had ever seen before. He didn't dare to look round at whatever was pursuing him, for fear he might just give up, stop running, and let whatever it was claim him.

Then she took the heart and liver of the little girl, and she stewed them and brought them into the house for supper. The husband tasted them and shook his head. He said they tasted very strangely. She gave some to the little boy, but he would not eat. She tried to force him, but he refused, and ran out into the garden, and took up his little sister, and put her in a box, and buried the box under a rose-tree; and every day he went to the tree and wept, till his tears ran down on the box.

Micah." Collapsing, Moth Flight pressed her cheek to his. "Don't go. I love you!

You have to go!" Needlepaw looked desperate. "Rain will be expecting me, and if I don't turn up, he might not like me anymore." Sympathy filled Violetkit's heart. Needlepaw was her only real friend in the Clan. She'd been so kind. No one else had taken her to see Twigkit. "Okay," she agreed.

She was answered only by the hoot of an owl and the bark of a fox. Death panted hard on her paws, drawing closer with every footfall, and for all her twisting and turning, Leafpaw knew that there was no escape.

You can't die now, he thought helplessly. Oh, StarClan, no—not when we're starting to understand each other at last!

It's dark and it's cold and I stoke the fire like a madman to keep warm. One

At the end of the day, I was still a virgin, all alone in a dark room, humping a lubed-up robot.

The rest of the trailer reeked of cat piss and abject poverty.

It's the year 2044, and the real world has become an ugly place. We're out of oil. we've wrecked the climate. Famine, poverty and disease are widespread.

All dressed up with nowhere to go. Walking with a dead man over my shoulder. Don't run away, it's only me.…

You know you've totally screwed up your life when your whole world turns to shit and the only person you have to talk to is your system agent software!

I never wanted to hurt nobody, all i wanted was the money to save my brothers life

Because every urge but survival had been reduced to nothing, they had become a mutual will, like that which caused whole peoples to unite in desperation.

She could sometimes stand the pain of it in her stomach when she knew there was nothing to eat, but when Lov stood in full view taking turnips out of the sack, she could not bear the sight of seeing food no one would let her have.

and little grace or mercy behind me. I was nothing, I would die nothing, hunted

That's how we stay young these days: murder and suicide.

Às vezes sinto-me tão desesperado que me sento a escrever como quem chora". Eugénio de Andrade

Yesterday, at the same reading, I suddenly heard a word that sounded like "Papulya". I nearly burst into sobs. Again -- this is not a hallucination because the word was pronounced, the voice was similar, and I did not doubt for an instant that my daughter, who was supposed to be in Tobolsk, was talking to me ...

I'm bankrupt without love.

Of all evils, indeed, famine is the worst, and it destroys nothing so effectively as shame. For that which under other circumstances is worthy of respect, in the midst of famine is despised. Thus women snatched the food from the very mouths of their husbands and children, from their fathers, and what was most pitiable of all, mothers from their babes. And while their dearest ones were wasting away in their arms, they were not ashamed to take away from them the last drops that supported life.