#desperation

I sort of got into Westerns... It was a sort of desperation move, really. I had several pictures that didn't go very well, and I just realised that I would have to try something else. ↗

— James Stewart

#else #go #got #had #i

SONG OF DAWN I saw the sun rise by accident. It was a horrible sight. Annoyed by its splendor, I sought refuge in a moist pillow, and lay there, alone, at the dawn of another day, that brought me closer to another death, pondering the vanity of my solitude, the vanity of procrastination, and the tiresome inevitability of waking up again the same person. It might still be possible to change, but obstinately I remain the same, hoping that others might take solace in my consistency. But perhaps they take no solace in it, perhaps they too find it tedious. ↗

— John Tottenham

#regret #vanity #change

I talked to a calzone for fifteen minutes last night before I realized it was just an introverted pizza. I wish all my acquaintances were so tasty.
 ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#alone #calzone #communicate #communication #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.

#desperation #suicide #dreams

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. ↗

— Langston Hughes

#desperation #drowning #poetry #suicide #death

I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know. ↗

— Albert Camus

#humor #death

When you're at the end of your rope, tie a knot and hold on ↗

— Theodore Roosevelt

#desperation #hope #inspiration #misattributed #tenacity

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. ↗

— Sharon E. Rainey

#desperation #silence #life

At 6:15 she was standing on her front porch watering gardenias and watching another line of thunderstorms split and go around her. The same thing happened almost every day. Some days they came so close all she could smell was the rain. The wind whipped up dust from the fields until it drove like buckshot into the shuddering mesquites, and Clara Nell started to pray. 'Jesus,' she whispered. 'Jesus, Jesus....' But the only thing that came out of the sky was her topsoil. Every day the wind took a little more, and it hadn't rained in almost a year. ↗

— Andrew Geyer

#drought #emotional-pain #farming #heat #rural-life

That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I'm free to act as desperately as I wish. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#acting