57 Desperation Quotes

Television is now so desperately hungry for material that they're scraping the top of the barrel.

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.

As to what happened next, it is possible to maintain that the hand of heaven was involved, and also possible to say that when men are desperate no one can stand up to them.

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive. Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide. Together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness. I'll love you with all the madness in my soul. Someday, girl, I don't know when, We're gonna get to that place where we really want to go, And well walk in the sun, But till then tramps like us, baby we were born to run.

For some reason or other man looks for the miracle, and to accomplish it he will wade through blood.

'And it shamed me into silence, as quietly she said, 'If you want me to come with you, then that's all right with me. Cause I know I'm going nowhere, and anywhere's a better place to be. Anywhere's a better place to be.''

You go down to the pick up station Craving warmth and beauty You settle for less than fascination A few drinks later you're not so choosy When the closing lights strip off the shadows On this strange new flesh you've found Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf You hurry To the blackness And the blankets To lay down an impression And your loneliness.

'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'

Tyrone: And kids, that was the first time I ever sucked a dick for crack , but not the last. Teacher: Thank you for that lovely and very graphic story... Tyrone: You're welcome teacha bitch! Uh, could I get cash for this? I got some errands to run and I don't think I'mma make to the bank.

His head was always most valuable when he had lost it. In such moments he put two and two together and made four million.

He is such a hysteric that they need not take him seriously, and so he will not carry out his threat unfortunately. But it is all or nothing for him now. If I know him, he will make one desperate attempt to get into power. If this fails and he does not get his way, he is finished. He will burst into pieces like a frog.

Poor little thing! She's gasping for love like a carp on a kitchen table gasping for water.

The brave Norwegian drove his vessel head on against the pursuing jelly which rose above the unclean froth like the stern of a daemon galleon. The awful squid-head with writhing feelers came nearly up to the bowsprit of the sturdy yacht, but Johansen drove on relentlessly. There was a bursting as of an exploding bladder, a slushy nastiness as of a cloven sunfish, a stench as of a thousand opened graves, and a sound that the chronicler could not put on paper. For an instant the ship was befouled by an acrid and blinding green cloud, and then there was only a venomous seething astern; where - God in heaven! - the scattered plasticity of that nameless sky-spawn was nebulously recombining in its hateful original form...

He ran under it with one last hope that he could add a prop And as he disappeared the rock came to a stop.

And he said 'God, make it a dream!' as he rode his last ride down. And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars, clipped off thirteen telephone poles, hit two houses, bruised eight trees, and Blue-Crossed seven people. it was then he lost his head, not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.

Rance: A search party must be organized. What have you in the way of dogs? Prentice: A spaniel and a miniature poodle. Rance: Let them be unleashed!

Rance: How shocking! His abnormal condition has driven him to seek refuge in religion. Always the last ditch stand of a man on the brink of disaster.

Has life left you so hungry that you'll swallow even the poor imitation of love?

Randall had a great flair for the poetry of desperation.

I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail!

Dear Mama, can you save me?

'Hope You're still listening, God.'

(Albert:) 'I'd give them a piece of my mind if I could find it! I mean, them!' (Porky Pine, to Pogo:) 'Y'know, ol' Albert leads a life of noisy desperation.'

Well, then it is necessary to make the attempt, since the entire offensive has no more than a 10 per cent chance of success. It must be done, since this offensive is the last remaining chance to conclude the war favourably.

Has everything been done to justify our actions in the light of history? What can there be left for a commander in defeat? In antiquity they took poison.

[thinking he is on fire] Help me, Jesus! Help me, Jewish God! Help me, Allah! Aah! Help me, Tom Cruise! Tom Cruise, use your witchcraft on me to get the fire off of me!

Survive, it's the name of the game. Would I give a shit about these people?

NOTES: Jean Cololere, a drummer in the colonial troops at Quebec, was imprisoned for duelling in 1751. In the cell next to his was Francoise Laurent, who had been sentenced to hang for stealing. Except for letters of pardon, the only way at the time for someone under sentence of death to escape hanging was, for a man, to become a hangman, or, for a woman, to marry one. Francoise persuaded Cololere to apply for the vacant (and undesirable) post of executioner, and also to marry her. -Condensed from the Dictionary of Canadian Biography, Volume III, 1741-1770

If you're looking for a cheap sort Glint with perspiration There's a five mile queue Outside the disused powerstation

I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black/My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

a young nigga with heart/ain't had shit to loose/pullin' my pistol on them fools/you know the rules

Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you - haunt me, then! 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! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

Layla, you got me on my knees. Layla, I'm begging, darling please. Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.

When I am not desperate, I am worthless.

Nowadays most men lead lives of noisy desperation.

Look at you, you madman! Screaming you are of thirst and dying as if you are in a desert, when all around you there is nothing but water.

So, how to stay inside the world of entertainment without actually getting another job? I felt the only logical answer was to become a novelist. So I wrote the first book - driven by some very real feelings of desperation - and it worked.

To the last moment of his breath On hope the wretch relies; And e'en the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.

The little desiccated coconut is under pressure and he is attacking anything he can get his hands on... (he is) still there araldited to the seat.

Hunger makes a thief of any man.

We're poor little lambs who've lost our way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're little black sheep who've gone astray, Baa - aa - aa! Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree, Damned from here to Eternity, God ha' mercy on such as we, Baa! Yah! Bah!

'No matter what.' Eddie looked at him with love and hate and all the aching dearness of one man's dying hopeless helpless reach for another man's mind and will and need.