Quotes About Desperation

If you had a loved one, a family member, a child, who was infected, and you thought there was a shred of hope in some other country, wouldn't you do everything in your power to get there? Wouldn't you want to believe there was hope?

In desperation I started jumping up and down, hitting my head against the ceiling, trying to jolt myself awake. "WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP!

I believe we are still so innocent. The species are still so innocent that a person who is apt to be murdered believes that the murderer, just before he puts the final wrench on his throat, will have enough compassion to give him one sweet cup of water.

It's all right if we do a little robbing now." This belief appeals particularly to one who is unable to compete legally with his fellow citizens.

It's the same as if I just handed you a knife and offered you my balls, for God's sake. And I don't even give a fuck. Because I have no pride when it comes to you. There is nothing I wouldn't do or say to make you understand that I love you. I fucking love you. There, I said it. Do you believe me now? He sounded so pissed off and angry that the admission had been torn from him that she had to battle the smile forming on her lips.

You don't understand. How could you? We were in the worst sort of hell. We weren't living day to day or even hour to hour. We survived minute by excruciating minute. The next day was an eternity away and we didn't want it. Death wasn't the enemy. It was our salvation.

I'm not too proud to beg.

There's always a series of events that lead up to that one moment where all is lost.

Don't take her from me," he whispered fiercely, hoping the words wrenched from the depths of his soul somehow made it to God's ears.

I'll put a bullet through my own brain. Let alone wait for stark to do it. Your sister will drive me to it, Howard. No offense.

Your Majesty! Hilarion was close to begging. Everyone is waiting. Tell them I died. Your Majesty... Died, Hilarion. In the night, peacefully. Why would I do that? Because then you could all go away and leave me alone.

I loved her. And she didn't love me back. She wanted to break up with me. She tried to run. I couldn't let her leave. I grabbed her, and held her down, and she screamed, and she wouldn't stop screaming, and I had to make her quiet so she would listen. I loved her so much, and she wouldn't listen.

Perdido por perdido, bien jodido, el polvo más costoso de mi vida, se dijo. Se espantó de su propio chiste. Soy un monstruo, súbitamente un monstruo. La culpa había sido de la luna. Demasiado caliente, la luna del Chaco. Sobre todo, después de ocho años de ausencia. Perdido por perdido. Estaba jugado.

You jackass. We're all going to die here. You know that, right?' Harrier said. Yeah, Eugens said shakily. '...Guess I might as well die here with you as out on the desert with a bunch of other jackasses.

It was Crabcalf who, surrounded and walled in by the hundreds of unsold copies of his ill-fated novel, felt that he if anyone should be the judge not only of literature, but all that went on behind the sordid scenes.

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.

Both my hands were completely frozen. My face was destroyed by the cold. I was profoundly hypothermic. I had not eaten in three days, or taken water for two days. I was lost and I was almost completely blind.

I came to theory because I was hurting—the pain within me was so intense that I could not go on living. I came to theory desperate, wanting to comprehend—to grasp what was happening around and within me. Most importantly, I wanted to make the hurt go away. I saw in theory then a location for healing.

whenever a single woman over 40 brings up the topic of love, again and again the assumption, rooted in sexist thinking, is that she is 'desperate' for a man. No one thinks she is simply passionately intellectually interested in the subject matter. No one thinks she is rigorously engaged in a philosophical undertaking wherein she is endeavoring to understand the metaphysical meaning of love in everyday life. No, she is just seen as on the road to 'fatal attraction.

Let me begin by saying that I came to theory because I was hurting - the pain within me was so intense that I could not go on living. I came to theory desperate, wanting to comprehend - to grasp what was happening around and within me. Most importantly, I wanted to make the hurt go away. I saw in theory then a location for healing.

A misspelled word is probably an alias for some desperate call for aid, which is bound to fail.

Folk don't buy rusty iron because I'm persuasive, lord, but because they desperately want to believe it will turn to silver.

L'idea che qualunque cosa facesse si dovesse trasformare in un evento irrimediabile, gli dava un senso disperato di frustrazione.

Death, my son, is a good thing for all men; it is the night for this worried day that we call life. It is in the sleep of death that finds rest for eternity the sickness, pain, desperation, and the fears that agitate, without end, we unhappy living souls.