Quotes About Agony

Pure hell was living in her eyes.

Yes, after all, in spite of one's exhaustion, in spite of one's agony, one felt one's spirits rise. Comfort and misery are relative things.

at the end of the day, the people left behind matter as much as the ones who are missing. We mourn the ones we've lost, but we agonize over the pieces of ourselves they took with them. The identities we'll never have again. The emotions we're certain we'll never feel again. The sense of our own selves, becoming undone and disappearing just as completely and suddenly as those who vanished.

You are the Essence of the Essence, The intoxication of Love. I long to sing Your Praises but stand mute with the agony of wishing in my heart !

Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.

I'm not done yet making people miserable. If they're going to make me miserable, then I'm going to make them miserable.

He had emerged from that crimson twilight into the common electric glare with a self-consciousness intensified to the pitch of agony. He was utterly miserable, and perhaps (her shining eyes accused him), perhaps it was his own fault.

Nimeni nu te poate ajuta,nimeni nu poate fi vreodata prezent:oamenii pot sta în jurul t?u cât timp suferi ÅŸi eÅŸti pe moarte;dar ei stau într-o alt? lume.În lumea ta,eÅŸti absolut singur.Singur în suferinÅ£a ta,în agonia ta,aÅŸa cum eÅŸti singur în iubire,singur pân? ÅŸi în pl?cerea cea mai deplin împ?rt??it?.

The Tibetan Book Of The Dead, where the departed soul is described as shrinking in agony from the Clear Light of the Void, and even from the lesser tempered lights in order to rush headlong into the comforting darkness of self-hood as a reborn human being, or even as a beast, an unhappy ghost, a denizen of hell. Anything rather than the burning brightness of unmitigated reality -- Anything!

The Tibetan Book of the Dead, where the departed soul is described as shrinking in agony from the Pure Light of the Void, and even from the lesser, tempered Lights, in order to rush headlong into the comforting darkness of selfhood as a reborn human being, or even as a beast, an unhappy ghost, a denizen of hell. Anything rather than the burning brightness of unmitigated Reality—anything!

an agony of humiliated indecision

Sometimes salvation is found in agony.

But when you are engulfed in loss, how can you detach yourself in the transience of everything? How can I take a theoretically long view of things when every waking moment without Johannes is agony?

There were moments when I felt seriously unhinged; when I was convinced that I would never, ever recover from what had happened, when it was absolutely clear to me that life from this point on would be constant agony ...

We're all so preposterous, aren't we. Holding onto our traumas, our agonies, our small dramas and using them to sabotage that which we so want, and actually deserve. ' (Petra Dussman in 'The Moment')

There is a place you can go that is below down and beyond bad. When you get there, every minute that passes goes by like an hour. Every hour that passes feels like an achievement without a goal. And everything around you makes you hurt.

Life is a long agonized illness only curable by death.

Grief is the agony of an instant. The indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

Over the course of several years, if I didn't respect my brain's need for sleep, my sensory systems experienced agonizing pain and I became psychologically and physically depleted.

The boredom of insanity was a great desert, so great that anyone's violence or agony seemed an oasis, and the brief simple moments of companionship seemed like a rain in the desert that was numbered and counted and remembered long after it was gone.

to experience the reality was to suffer a boredom as endless as the illness itself...the boredom of insanity was a great desert, so great that anyone's violence or agony seemed an oasis, and the brief companionship seemed like a rain in the desert that was numbered and counted and remembered long after it was gone.

This article reports that the symptoms are, and I quote, 'high fever, clogged airways, and delirium. At times, blood pours from noses, ears, and eye sockets. Victims lay in agony. Many have been known to drown in their own lungs. There have been cases of cyanosis reported in which the victim's body turns almost black, for which some are labeling this another Black Plague—

It was the emotional equivalent of driving a knife into someone's heart, then viciously twisting it to do even more damage.

God's pity! How long will it feel like burning?