Quotes About Desperation

Here, on a hellishly ancient table-land fully twenty thousand feet high, and in a climate deadly to habitation since a pre-human age not less than five hundred thousand years ago, there stretched nearly to the vision's limit a tangle of orderly stone which only the desperation of mental self-defense could possibly attribute to any but a conscious and artificial cause.

Scrivo in uno stato di tensione insostenibile. Fra poco sarà l'alba e, allora, io non esisterò più. Privo d'ogni mezzo, privo della droga che — sola — mi ha consentito fino ad oggi di sopravvivere ai miei incubi, non mi rimane altro modo per sottrarmi al tormento: mi getterò dall'alta finestra di questa soffitta, nella squallida strada sottostante.

Now, as the baying of that dead, fleshless monstrosity grows louder and louder, and the stealthy whirring and flapping of those accursed web-wings circles closer and closer, I shall seek with my revolver the oblivion which is my only refuge from the unnamed and unnamable.

he climbed desperately to escape the unendurable nuzzling of that loathsome and overfed bhole

El juicio sobrio era un arte perdido; aunque no hubo un segundo exodo, reino el vicio y la imprudencia surgida de la desesperacion, similar al fenomeno de los tiempos medievales de la peste

Numbers of men, or things which had been men, dropped to the floor and began lapping at the puddles of spilled liquor, but most remained immovable, watching the unprecedented actions of the barroom drudge and derelict.

the sailor who broke down the door could perhaps have told frightful things if he had not forthwith gone completely mad—

Too late—cannot help self—black paws materialise—am dragged away toward the cellar.

One night, when I am old, sick, right out of semen, and don't need things to get any worse, I hear the voices again.

We did not care if we died today or only tomorrow, and there were times when we cursed the morning that found us still alive.

desperation can toy with you and if you give desperation any wiggle room, it will find alternative answers

Fame is more addictive than crack. Adults who lose fame--one-hit wonders, for example--usually tailspin into depression, though they try to act like they're above it. They don't want to admit the truth. Their whole life is a lie, a desperate scramble for another dose of that most potent of drugs. Fame

If you give desperation any wiggle room, it will toy with you.

the grandmothers interrogated one another, measuring their own children and grandchildren against the competition, seeking an opponent's weakness and any conversational opening to jab forward with tales of offspring heroics, no one really listening, just preparing for the next frontal assualt, familial pride getting confused with self-worth and desperation.

I ran down the hill. I went to your place, afraid, I don't know. I just didn't know. But you were gone. I came here, to Lucy. I thought maybe you'd be hiding inside or something. I waited. But you never showed, of course. I searched for you.For years. I didn't know if you were dead or alive. I saw your face on every street, in every bar.

And so tonight we're going to make the lie true, and when that's done, I'll bring the liquor back here and we'll get drunk together, here, tonight, in this place that death has come into...

I went down to Houston and I stopped in San 'Antone, I passed up the station for the bus. I was trying to find me something, but I wasn't sure just what... man, I ended up with pockets full of dust.

And here I am, strapped into a tree, a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the games.

I think you want to show a level of transparency that breeds trust. You don't want to show a level of desperation that breeds concern.

Lauren closed her eyes, remembering how desperate she had been this morn in Chartres, how she had prayed for divine intervention to stop her wedding. She had never expected that intervention to be riding a black horse and wielding a sword.

obligation he's stuck with. This is also why giving him space is so important. It makes you look proud rather than desperate. It enables you to remain a challenge indefinitely.

Was it possible—was it at all possible that she could come out of her most desperate choice with a man as clever as Odysseus who looked like Achilles and made love like Paris…?

This time he could no longer hold back his tears. And with them came words that he'd never been able to say to her his entire life. "I love you, Helena. I have always loved you. Wake up and let me prove it to you.

He should not, but he cupped her face and kissed her. Because they were past the point when words were any use. Because he was once again afraid to die. Because he loved her as much as he loved life itself.