Quotes About Agony

You get a concussion. It could take 30, 40 days until that starts to come to life where you're in agony. Ask any doctor.

Pain lanced through Sienna McCade's body, white hot and relentless.

It's turning out to be a bad day, a day when the sun feels like teeth.

It's turning out to be a bad day, a day when the sun feels like teeth.

I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried to close his eyes-to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life-like gaze of exultation, before any one else beheld it. They would not shut; they seemed to sneer at my attempts, and his parted lips and sharp, white teeth sneered too!

But the hearts that once adored me Have long forgot their vow And the friends that mustered round me Have all forsaken now 'Twas in a dream revealed to me But not a dreamt of sleep A dream of watchful agony Of grief that would not weep Now do not harshly turn away

Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?

Oh! dreadful is the check—intense the agony— When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see; When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again; The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.

If God would but give me strength to strangle him in my last agony, I'd go to hell with joy

Then dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals; My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels: Its wings are almost free--its home, its harbour found, Measuring the gulph, it stoops and dares the final bound, Oh I dreadful is the check--intense the agony-- When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see; When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again; The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.

Je suis sans pitié ! Je suis sans pitié ! Plus les vers se tordent, plus grande est mon envie de leur écraser les entrailles ! C'est comme une rage de dent morale, et je broie avec d'autant plus d'énergie que la douleur est plus vive.

Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes...

I like a look of agony, because I know it's true

Safe Despair it is that raves— Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal.

I like a look of Agony, Because I know it's true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate a Throe— The Eyes glaze once—and that is Death— Impossible to feign The Beads upon the Forehead By homely Anguish strung.

Brewed from decades of agony! To think just how the fire will burn, Just how long-cheated eyes will turn

I felt a funeral in my brain

Hay algo que me gusta en la agonía, y es que sé que es verdad; los hombres no simulan convulsiones, no imitan el dolor. Unos ojos se vidrian, y es la muerte. Imposible de fingir las gotas de sudor sobre la frente que la inhábil angustia va ensartando.

I like a look of agony, Because I know it 's true;

He felt a stab of agony as the sharp blade plunged into his chest, and a sickening thud as he was thrown back through the doorway, but after that he felt no pain.

It would take less than a second for you to die. But that's quite long enough to be in mortal agony, don't you think?

The most dangerous part of lending books lies in the returning. At such times, friendships hang by a thread. I look for agony, ecstasy, for tears, transfiguration, trembling hands, a broken voice - but what the borrower usually says is, "I enjoyed it." I enjoyed it - as if that were what books were for.

Soon the pain felt wonderful, almost sweet, because it was the kind that you can tell precedes relief. But maybe all pain is like that.

My flesh began to singe as if I were a scrap of meat newly thrown onto the barbecue, and then i could hear the bubbling of my skin as the flames kissed it.