We sensible often resist intrusive love and its chaos practically, employing measures to prevent the former for fear of the latter. But for all our wit and work, that desperation for control also prevents the pure, transcendental freedom more often delivered by both.
Desperation will drive you to do things you know will never make you whole again and even to lose the very thing you’re desperate for.
I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.
Feeling lost, crazy and desperate belongs to a good life as much as optimism, certainty and reason.
I was wrong, Gabby, and I'll apologize for it forever if you want me to. But the truth is I couldn't face you. If I came to you and you sent me away, if I knew for certain that you didn't want me anymore...God in heaven, Gabriella Waverly, I've never been so bloody afraid of a lass before.
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.
Facing death calmly is praiseworthy only if one faces it alone. Death together is no longer death, even for unbelievers. The source of sorrows lies not in leaving life, but in leaving that which gives it meaning. When love is our whole life, what difference is there between living together and dying together ?
He realized he needed strength, sustenance that couldn’t come from bread alone. He desperately needed God.
As a species we're doomed by hope, then?
You could call it hope. That, or desperation.
But we're doomed without hope, as well, said Jimmy.
Only as individuals, said Crake cheerfully.
If the affluent cannot afford hope, you cannot expect the destitute to pay for desperation.
When there is silence,
Give your voice.
When there is darkness,
Shine your light.
When there is desperation,
Offer hope.
There is greater clarity in the still waters of sadness, something not found in the babbling brooks of more sought after emotions.
On either side of a potentially violent conflict, an opportunity exists to exercise compassion and diminish fear based on recognition of each other's humanity. Without such recognition, fear fueled by uninformed assumptions, cultural prejudice, desperation to meet basic human needs, or the panicked uncertainty of the moment explodes into violence.
The young doe, Marena, said, "In this very hour many of us are going to die. Perhaps I shall be one of them.
Loneliness and desperation are only possible when we have lost touch with our beauty within.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
The "more" of Christianity is a myth; a deceitful illusion designed to keep you busy and running in circles, always seeking but never finding, always learning but never coming to the knowledge of the Truth - a carrot on a stick, if you will.
I wake abruptly, my breath jagged and heart racing, my mouth stale, and I know immediately that's it. I'm awake. The more I want to be oblivious, the less I can be. Life and light will not let me be.
We formed an impromptu circle just so we could look at each other and memorize faces. We hardly noticed the waiting officials. We hardly noticed anything but our little family whose ties weren’t loosening at all. In fact, this impending separation only seemed to be binding us together with a double overhand knot, hard to untie and unfailing.
Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.
Down below people were clipping by going nowhere fast. You could feel the long despairing history of the place. You could actually hear it, a low hum like the buzz of a sick bee that resonated with the fragments of a million broken dreams.
If all we seek is an escape, what does that say about the world we live in. We are desperate with our dreams. What - oh, what - does that say?
Everyone was trying to forget something, but they could never seem to find the way to do it. All they ever seemed to do was make it worse. Such quiet madness, the masses led.
You scream it in everything you do. You’re holding on to what happened because you think that’s all you have.”
“It is all I have.”
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...don't you realize a flawless profile means nothing when a mere smile drives me to desperation? Don't you covet that power?..
The truth is, living in any society is difficult. Those who become desperate with a fractured sense of security are much more prone to being taken advantaged of.
A big part of dealing with depression is realizing that you are in control of your own happiness.
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.
I did the only thing I knew how to do: I built my own walls of silence to disguise my desperation and what later came to be recognized and diagnosed as depression.
...perhaps, when it got utterly dark, the peace of the darkness would become the same as light so that my last experience would become as mysterious and musical as my first, so that in my last darkness there might not be the same need of understanding anything so far away as the world anymore.
There he must, despite the anguish devouring his brain, present a face approximating the one that is associated with ordinary events and companionship. He must try to utter small talk, and be responsive to questions, and knowingly nod and frown and, God help him, even smile. But it is a fierce trial attempting to speak a few simple words.
Your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay.
People who are out of control desperately need to observe your healthy boundaries in-play to learn from your example.
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