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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.
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desperate
faith
long-process
patience
thread
truth
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Haruki Murakami |
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Desperate people are the most dangerous.
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desperate
most
people
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Frank Herbert |
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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.
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city
desperate
howling
i-wouldn-t-lie-down
intensity
loud
remember
sky
something-to-offer
throat
visions
voices
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Markus Zusak |
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Over the lives borne from under the shadow of death there seems to fall the shadow of madness.
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blame
desperate
enemies
friends
guilt
hate
immortality
lifeboat
loneliness
love
mental-illness
mortality
society
stranded
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Joseph Conrad |
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You get people who think you have a mental disorder, people calling you frigid, but I don't care. If they're that desperate, clearly THEY have a problem.
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asexuality
desperate
frigid
love
mental-disorder
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Rebecca McNutt |
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Let me sleep at last. I've had misery enough in my life. You said there was nowhere to go to. There is death to go to. I've had misery enough in my life.
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desperate
escape
iris-murdoch
misery
sleep
suicidal
the-black-prince
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Iris Murdoch |
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I just want to serve and help people and be good to everybody, only it always goes wrong somehow--I think about suicide all the time, every bloody day I want to die and stop this torture, but I go crawling on . . . I'm so Christ-awful bloody lonely I could scream with it for hours on end.
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desperate
iris-murdoch
loneliness
rejected
selfless
suicidal
the-black-prince
unlucky
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Iris Murdoch |