Paula White Quotes

I'm not yet desperate enough to do anything about the conditions that are making me desperate.

I feel like dying when I'm helpless

She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

All right, then, I thought: here I am in the bottom of a well.

Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

I do everything I think possible or acceptable to escape from this trap.

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

They've got us surrounded again, the poor bastards.

A reprisal of this magnitude... has never been carried out before. I paced back and forth in my room perplexed and completely depressed, feeling helpless.

They're caught where there's no way out or where you can't see out. What are you going to do about it? I don't have the answer. If I did there would be no insane asylums.

If I cry, it's because I'm very angry and I can't do anything about it because I've run into a dead end. That's when the tears would come down.

I have no mouth, and I must scream.

I want you to take away the hope because that's the thing that's killing me.

People's fear doth ofttimes degenerate into desperation

It got to a point where I didn't care if I lived or I died.

Rightly tired of the pain İ hear and feel, boss... where we's comin from or goin to or why... If İ could end it, İ would. But İ can't.

Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.

Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid. I had no chance. I had no choice. Just hang on and wait for the end. It was hard work. It was the hardest work imaginable.

A man who wants to die feels angry and full of life and desperate and bored and exhausted, all at the same time; he wants to fight everyone, and he wants to curl up in a ball and hide in a cupboard somewhere. He wants to say sorry to everyone, and he wants everyone to know just how badly they've all let him down.

What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.

You know, if my life was a horse, I’d shoot it. (Susan)

Once a week, I am a very desperate man.

There's not even room enough to be anywhere/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.../I was born here and I'll die here against my will/I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still.

You seemed so desperate, like you might drown if someone didn't save you.