I’ve met your type before, so desperate to control their lives, they forget to enjoy it.
We do something or we don’t, Suzanne. It’s that simple. We act or we give in to despair.
It takes a deep kind of despair for a son to kill his father. It’s a kind of rage that you can’t escape from.
Desperation makes for strange bedfellows.
There’s no version of an effective resistance. There’s just misguided idealism that leads to death and despair.
Sometimes life is just a bleak pool of despair, and there ain’t nothing you can do about it.
People tend to do desperate things when they learn about their other versions.
People get desperate when they’re lonely.
Don’t you dare give into despair. It’ll eat you alive.[to Marcos]
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Desperate people can do terrible things.
