Antonym For Desperate Novels & Stories

It was a desperate th ought, begging for an end to her torment.

He was desperate. And desperate people make mistakes.

"Don't get me wrong. When I said I wanted to sever all ties with you, it wasn't a threat or anything. I mean it." Dad clenched his fists in anger, and the disgust was evident in his eyes. "Alright then! Very well! Since that's what you want, then I'll grant you your wish! Laura Jackson, from this moment onwards, you're no longer a member of the Jackson family!" All the journalists present didn't expect things to turn out this way. They looked at each other in a daze. "Laura, why did you make such a wish?" "Are your parents or Lily mistreating you? The Jackson family is the richest family in the country. You did a good thing. Why are you punishing yourself by severing all ties with the Jackso

We may need money, but my desperation hadn’t gotten to this level. Not yet.

hope, fear, desperation, all at once. And one question lingers, heavy and terrifying…. What if it’s already too late?

“I’m not laughing to be cruel. It’s just efficient to know what’s possible and what’s just desperate theatrics.” “Desperate theatrics?” I scoffed. I was appalled, and more than ready to argue with this man. I was ready to explain that hope and desperation were not interchangeable. I wanted to tell him that it didn’t matter if it looked like theatre when the curtains were litertally about to fall on my little brother’s life. “Thank you.” The words came out smaller than I intended, because despite everything — despite the laugh, the indifference, the way my dignity had been tucked into a corner and abandoned like a single pair of old socks — he had gotten me safely out of Curtis’s house.

Desperately. The battle raged. Reality convulsed. The between-space shattered and reformed and shattered again. And the rescue party waited. Helpless. Desperate. Hoping. Hoping the philosopher could win. Could defeat Hunger. Could free Hope. Hoping. Desperately. Absolutely. Hoping.

“Anna, I appreciate your concern, but I have to do this. I badly need the money and this is the only way I can get the money that I need as fast as possible." There was no part-time job I could do to be able to get the amount of money I needed. I knew I could die, but I was certain that if I stuck to Ian, I was going to get enough money for my family to take care of themselves if I did die after or before the surgery. Anna had no other choice but to follow me so together we entered the shop and bought the clothes that I needed and walked back home, with Anna, still by my side. **********

Like too big shoes that will never fit your feet and forever only give you blisters. Since he had gotten rid of hope, he had been sitting hopelessly drunk at some counter until his days would blur, and everything in them would seem even duller than before. He wore desperation like a comfortable coat and snuggled into it, he'd feel relieved, because without hope you cannot get disappointed and won’t ever disappoint anyone else.

This darkness has me trapped in it where no one could reach and drag me out of it, it has consumed me but I hope someday I will make it out of this darkness. The pain and agony aren't sharp like needlepoint or a knife but burn around my innards better than boiling water. Everything feels scalded and, move or not, I'm in more pain than I could have ever imagined was possible. A bullet would be mercy right now but an increase in the sickly morphine is the best I can hope for and I turned this into anger, wanted revenge, and sought for it badly.