Quotes About Agony

When you romanticize something so extraordinarily in the hopes that it will divert you from agony, you're destined for a letdown.

I'm one who seriously hates human life and would kill again.

Justice has nothing to do with it. Stark, bloody, screaming, agonizing vendeance is what I'm talking about.

Limper flopped violently. The gag flew out of his mouth. His ankle bonds parted. He gained his feet, tried to run, tried to mouth some spell that would protect him. He had gone thirty feet when a thousand fiery snakes streaked out of the night and swarmed him. They covered his body. They slithered into his mouth and nose, into his eyes and ears. They went in the easy way and came gnawing out through his back and chest and belly. And he screamed. And screamed. And screamed.

El astronauta desde la luna dijo: -Todo va OK lo que apenas se puede aguantar es este silencio.

Fiske spoke sharply to the four walls. We need medical attention immediately. We have a gunshot wound that requires treatment. You're not going to get through to them by talking like an English professor, scoffed Reagan. Hey! she bawled. Get a doctor down here! She's in pain, thanks to you! What are you going to do about it?

Your pleasures lessen in intensity the more the are repeated. Yet your capacity to experience ever more agony--is inexhaustible.

Your pleasures lessen in intensity the more they are repeated. Yet your capacity to experience ever more agony--is inexhaustible.

No more will. No more freedom. Nothing new but agonizing death and never good shall come of it. We are the last of those who gave you breath and form, millions of years ago. We are the last of those your kind defied and ruthlessly destroyed. We are the last Precursors. And now we are legion.

If physicists want to develop a time machine, they should explore fear. Fear dilates and compresses time without limit. For desperate people awaiting rescue, every instant stretches into unendurable agony; for those awaiting death by cancer, the earth spins relentlessly, shortening the days until they pass like fanned pages in a book. Trapped in our bodies, perception is all, and the engine of perception is hunger for life.

masked man beats her with the bottle, which doesn't break, thank God. But then he rips off her panties and rapes her with it. Both holes. Serious trauma, but mostly in the back.

Silent screams are the most gut-wrenching of all.

Her butt was all bloody.

a visceral reaction to a word that scrapes at her like the talons of an eagle, cutting and slicing her skin until blood runs out.

Silence is the tortured man's revenge.

It was pretty depressing. There's a lot of people here who want the war to go on forever, and they don't give a shit who's getting killed or who's doing the killing.

every kind of suffering, no matter how small or agonisingly great, is a test of love in some way.

the more that I tried to ignore it, the more agonizing it felt.

Some women cry easily. The tears fall as gently as fragrant raindrops in a sun-shower, and leave the face clear and clean and almost radiant. Other women cry hard, and all the loveliness in them collapses in the agony of it.

The tears, when they came, slipped from he closed eyelids like so many beads on a prayer chain. Some women cry easily. The tears fall as gently as fragrant raindrops in a sun-shower, and leave the face clear and clean and almost radiant. Other women cry hard, and all the loveliness in them collapses in the agony of it.

The tears, when they came, slipped from her closed eyelids like so many beads on a prayer chain. Some women cry easily. The tears fall as gently as fragrant raindrops in a sun-shower, and leave the face clear and clean and almost radiant. Other women cry hard, and all the loveliness in them collapses in the agony of it.

There's nothing worse than doing something you really don't enjoy.

Perhaps there is no agony worse than the tedium I experienced waiting for Something to Happen.

I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony.