When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.
Abraham LincolnTag: misattributed tenacity desperation
For weeks Tyrone thought he was going to die any minute, and there were also times when he was afraid he wasnt going to die.
Hubert Selby Jr.Tag: suicide depression desperation
In the final analysis, with Rene she had been an apprentice to love, she had loved him only to learn how to give herself, enslaved and surfeited, to Sir Stephen.
Pauline RéageTag: love sacrifice desperation
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.
Tag: poetry death suicide desperation drowning
I felt the kind of desperation, I think, that cancels the possibility of empathy...that makes you unkind.
Sue MillerTag: empathy desperation unkindness
But when they made love he was offended by her eyes. They behaved as though they belonged to someone else. Someone watching. Looking out of the window at the sea. At a boat in the river. Or a passerby in the mist in a hat.
He was exasperated because he didn't know what that look meant. He put it somewhere between indifference and despair. He didn’t know that in some places, like the country that Rahel came from, various kinds of despair competed for primacy. And that personal despair could never be desperate enough. That something happened when personal turmoil dropped by at the wayside shrine of the vast, violent, circling, driving, ridiculous, insane, unfeasible, public turmoil of a nation. That Big God howled like a hot wind, and demanded obeisance. Then Small God (cozy and contained, private and limited) came away cauterized, laughing numbly at his own temerity. Inured by the confirmation of his own inconsequence, he became resilient and truly indifferent. Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered, the less it mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace, Worse Things kept happening.
So Small God laughed a hollow laugh, and skipped away cheerfully. Like a rich boy in shorts. He whistled, kicked stones. The source of his brittle elation was the relative smallness of his misfortune. He climbed into people’s eyes and became an exasperating expression.
Tag: peace war despair indifference eyes personal desperation nationality public bigness exasperation smallness
You told me, if something is not used it is meaningless, and took my temperature, which I had thought to save for a more difficult day. In the mirror, every night, the same face, a bit more threadbare, a dress worn too long. The moon was out in the cold, along with the restless, dissatisfied wind that seemed to change the location of the sycamores. I expected reproaches because I had mentioned the word love, but you only accused me of stealing your pencil, and sadness disappeared with sense. You made a ceremony out of holding your head in your hands because, you said, it could not be contained in itself.
Rosmarie WaldropTag: love denial desperation
In fact her maturity and blood kinship converted her passion to fever, so it was more affliction than affection. It literally knocked her down at night, and raised her up in the morning, for when she dragged herself off to bed, having spent another day without his presence, her heart beat like a gloved fist against her ribs. And in the morning, long before she was fully awake, she felt a longing so bitter and tight it yanked her out of a sleep swept clean of dreams.
Toni MorrisonTag: longing desperation
When you're at the end of your rope, tie a knot and hold on.
Theodore RooseveltTag: misattributed inspiration hope tenacity clever desperation
If you were mine, I'd never leave you, Prudence. I couldn't.
Anne GracieTag: love romance sweet longing desperation leave
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