Quotes about Desperation
In psychiatry there is a certain condition known as "delusion of reprieve." The condemned man, immediately before his execution, gets the illusion that he might be re- prieved at the very last minute.
- Viktor E. Frankl
I wish some well-fed philosopher, whose meat and drink turn to gall within him; whose blood is ice, whose heart is iron; could have seen Oliver Twist clutching at the dainty viands that the dog had neglected. I wish he could have witnessed the horrible avidity with which Oliver tore the bits asunder with all the ferocity of famine. There is only one thing I should like better; and that would be to see the Philosopher making the same sort of meal himself, with the same relish.
- Charles Dickens
Hunger stared down from the smokeless chimneys, and started up from the filthy street that had no offal, among its refuse, of anything to eat. Hunger was the inscription on the baker's shelves, written in every small loaf of his scanty stock of bad bread;
- Charles Dickens
Sometimes faith might just be a case of not havin nothin else left.
- Cormac McCarthy
Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.
- Cormac McCarthy
Your old man called me. He wanted you to call home. People in hell want ice water.
- Cormac McCarthy
He thought perhaps if he dreamt of him enough he'd go away forever and be dead among his kind
- Cormac McCarthy
Listen Sut. We're painted into a corner anyways. I mean what if we was to just call up and say he died? I mean hell fire, you caint fool them guys. Them guys is doctors. They take one look at him and know for a fact he's been dead six months. How does it smell in there? It smells fuckin awful.
- Cormac McCarthy
Glanton could see crouched in a corner a Mexican or halfbreed boy maybe twelve years old. He was naked save for a pair of old calzones and makeshift sandals of uncured hide. He glared back at Glanton with a sort of terrified insolence.
- Cormac McCarthy
He polished the underside of the messtray with the sleeve of his shift and standing in the center of the room under the lightbulb he studied the face that peered dimly out of the warped steel like some maimed and raging djinn enconjured there.
- Cormac McCarthy
Chigurh shot him in the face. Everything that Wells had ever known or thought or loved drained slowly down the wall behind him
- Cormac McCarthy
And all the time she felt the reflection of his hopelessness in her. She couldn't quite, quite love in hoplessness. And he, being hopeless, couldn't ever love at all.
- DH Lawrence