The desperate usually succeed because they have nothing to lose.
Jodi PicoultTag: inspirational desperate
The lonesome and desperate kids out there, that pain will translate to magic perhaps.
Tenacious D.Tag: art pain magic desperate loners
I know. I was hoping," I say.
"Exactly. Because you're desperate," says Haymitch.
I don't argue because, of course, he's right.
Tag: desperate haymitch catching-fire
How small and neat and comically serious the other men looked, with their grey-flecked crew cuts and their button-down collars and their brisk little hurrying feet! There were endless desperate swarms of them, hurrying through the station and the streets, and an hour from now they would all be still. The waiting mid-town office buildings would swallow them up and contain them, so that to stand in one tower looking out across the canyon to another would be to inspect a great silent insectarium displaying hundreds of tiny pink men in white shirts, forever shifting papers and frowning into telephones, acting out their passionate little dumb show under the supreme indifference of the rolling spring clouds.
Richard YatesTag: men clouds desperate indifferent hurrying button-down crew-cut revolutionary-road
The door', replied Maimie, 'will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me.
J.M. BarrieTag: hope trust peter-pan desperate door open kensington-gardens j-m-barrie maimie
It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them.
Maggie StiefvaterTag: love kiss memory desperate someone wanting hungry
Shakespeare's Iago could be played as a soul in hell, driven, dark and desperate, willing to do anything, willing to use anyone, in order to escape from that hell.
Laura Lee GuhrkeYou seemed so desperate, like you might drown if someone didn't save you.
Arthur GoldenTag: desperate
My mouth opened.
It happened.
Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling.
Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desperate, telling a world that I was here and I wouldn't lie down.
Tag: sky remember visions intensity desperate city care voices loud throat howling i-wouldn-t-lie-down something-to-offer
This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don't get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can't do anything, don't get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it's ready to come undone. You have to realize it's going to be a
long process and that you'll work on things slowly, one at a time.
Tag: truth advice patience faith thread desperate long-process
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