{"quotes":[{"text":"Don't judge me. Ethics and morality no longer exist in our world. It's a luxury of the past, afforded only to those who had a future.","author":"T.M. Williams","tags":["death","desperation","ethics","luxury","morality","tm-williams","undead","undead-winter","winter","zombie"],"id":1191,"author_id":"T.M.+Williams"},{"text":"You can’t separate desperate politicians from violence and trouble.","author":"Bamigboye Olurotimi","tags":["deceit","deception","desperation","donald-trump","fake-promises","hillary-clinton","lies","life","politicians","politics","trouble","violence"],"id":6832,"author_id":"Bamigboye+Olurotimi"},{"text":"Believe me, there is no such thing as great suffering, great regret, great memory... Everything is forgotten, even a great love. That's what's sad about life, and also what's wonderful about it. There is only a way of looking at things, a way that comes to you every once in a while. That's why it's good to have had love in your life after all, to have had an unhappy passion - it gives you an alibi for the vague despairs we all suffer from.","author":"Albert Camus","tags":["desperation","life","love","memory"],"id":7290,"author_id":"Albert+Camus"},{"text":"Happiness isn't something she spends much time thinking about. Survival, discomfort, hunger...These are the concerns that fill her days.","author":"David Maine","tags":["biblical","desperation","existence"],"id":11038,"author_id":"David+Maine"},{"text":"Don’t ever let desperation take the seat of inspiration in you! Always live inspired no matter what! For though something might be wrong somewhere, something is always right somewhere! If you have life, be alive and smile!","author":"Ernest Agyemang Yeboah","tags":["desperation","inspirational","inspirations","live-inspired","motivational","optimism","pessimism"],"id":12511,"author_id":"Ernest+Agyemang+Yeboah"},{"text":"I think our last kiss was meant to be quick and chaste, but after the first touch of his lips fire leaped up and roared through my belly. My fingers yanked him close, digging into his back, and his arms crushed me to him as if wanting to meld us together. I knotted my fingers in his hair and bit down on his bottom lip, making him groan. His lips parted, and my tongue swept in to dance with his. There was nothing sweet or gentle in our last kiss; it was filled with sorrow and desperation, of the bitter knowledge that we could've had something perfect, but it just wasn't meant to be.","author":"Julie Kagawa","tags":["desire","desperation","forbidden-fruit","love"],"id":12685,"author_id":"Julie+Kagawa"},{"text":"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.","author":"Laura Anderson Kurk","tags":["dating","desperation","family","glass-girl","government","grief","henry-whitmire","laura-anderson-kurk","long-distance-relationship","loss","love","meg-kavanagh","nicaragua","orphanage","orphans","perfect-glass","prayer","romance"],"id":14050,"author_id":"Laura+Anderson+Kurk"},{"text":"He was lovable the way a child is lovable, and he was capable of returning love with a childlike purity. If love is nevertheless excluded from his work, it's because he never quite felt that he deserved to receive it. He was a lifelong prisoner on the island of himself. What looked like gentle contours from a distance were in fact sheer cliffs. Sometimes only a little of him was crazy, sometimes nearly all of him, but, as an adult, he was never entirely not crazy. What he'd seen of his id while trying to escape his island prison by way of drugs and alcohol, only to find himself even more imprisoned by addiction, seems never to have ceased to be corrosive of his belief in his lovability. Even after he got clean, even decades after his late-adolescent suicide attempt, even after his slow and heroic construction of a life for himself, he felt undeserving. And this feeling was intertwined, ultimately to the point of indistinguishability, with the thought of suicide, which was the one sure way out of his imprisonment; surer than addiction, surer than fiction, and surer, finally, than love.","author":"Jonathan Franzen","tags":["addiction","david-foster-wallace","desperation","love","mental-illness","self-confidence","self-esteem","suicide","writing"],"id":14707,"author_id":"Jonathan+Franzen"},{"text":"Education without inspiration is only a recipe for desperation.","author":"Ernest Agyemang Yeboah","tags":["desperation","education","education-reform","education-system","educational-philosophy","educational","inspiration-and-life","inspirational","recipe-for-disaster"],"id":16058,"author_id":"Ernest+Agyemang+Yeboah"},{"text":"I think humans have always been desperate. I think it has always been about doing something awful if it might help, when the only other option is death. Maybe that's what being a parent is supposed to feel like.","author":"Lauren DeStefano","tags":["desperation","human-nature","parenting"],"id":16982,"author_id":"Lauren+DeStefano"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":170,"pages":17,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}