Quotes About Agony

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Hades is a place of torment and agony…. The judgment and Hell will be more tolerable for some than for others…. The fact that Hell will not be the same for everybody in no way implies that it will be a good place for anybody. People in Hell will be separated from God and all that is good forever. As much as I dislike the idea, I do believe that the lake of fire (Hell) is a real, literal place.9 —CHARLES STANLEY

It stinks to play terrible and your team loses. It's like salt on the wound.

I looked, and saw that Bob had entirely lost his left ear, and a large piece from his left cheek. His right eye was a little discoloured, and the blood flowed profusely from his wounds.

I get sharp pains in my wrist and fingers.

I enjoy writing, sometimes; I think that most writers will tell you about the agony of writing more than the joy of writing, but writing is what I was meant to do.

Do you not know that there are souls constantly tormented?

For Americans as a nation hate war, and see the folly of it more clearly than many peoples of the Old World. They have denied the right of Europe to interfere with things American, and they have also set their face against any American interference in the things of Europe, and they hesitated to draw the sword in a quarrel not their own, thereby plunging a peaceful people into the agony of war.

No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity. Merging with nothingness is peaceful oblivion; but to be aware of existence and yet to know that one is no longer a definite being distinguished from other beings—that one no longer has a self—that is the nameless summit of agony and dread.

As I did so I became suddenly and agonizingly aware of the nearness of the carrion thing, whose hideous hollow breathing I half fancied I could hear. Nearly mad, I found myself yet able to throw out a hand to ward off the foetid apparition which pressed so close; when in one cataclysmic second of cosmic nightmarishness and hellish accident my fingers touched the rotting outstretched paw of the monster beneath the golden arch.

s? fii con?tient c? exi?ti ?i totu?i s? ?tii c? nu mai e?ti o fiin?? delimitat? distinct de celelalte fiin?e ... este culmea de nespus a spaimei ?i a agoniei.

As human beings, our only sensible scale of values is one based on the lessening of the agony of existence. That plan is most deserving of praise which most ably fosters the creation of the objects and con­ditions best adapted to diminish the pain of living for those most sen­sitive to its depressing ravages.

His drinking, of course, only aggravated what it was meant to alleviate.

I was in continual agony; I have never in my life been so tired as on the summit of Everest that day. I just sat and sat there, oblivious to everything.

The Prophets accept all agony and trust it For the water has never feared the fire.

What once seemed such a curse has become a blessing. All the agony that threatened to destroy my life now seems like the fertile ground for greater trust, stronger hope, and deeper love.

I learned something in the years I spent among suicide bombers. . . The boys and girls who are willing to blow up their lives are not the true believers. They are the ones in agonies of doubt. There is always someone with nothing to prove who buckles the belt around them.

The bell clanged again. His heart seized. He spun around—and fell, onto a splinter of agony. He got to his feet, pulled a piece of glass from his knee, and ran. He banged his shoulder on the doorjamb of the study, banged his other shoulder on the longcase clock, and almost smacked his face into the door. Just remember, close the door before you kiss her. He yanked open the door, then slammed it shut in the next instant, his heart as shattered as the broken glasses in his study.

On the surface, there is no distinction between our experiences—some are vivid, others opaque; some are pleasant, others cause agony upon recollection—but there is no way of knowing which are dreams and which are reality.

His razor flashed once, briefly, and the zealot cried out in agony as he was instantly and expertly circumsized. "You can go now," said Razor Eddie, and the zealot ran, howling all the way down the Street. And everyone who'd been watching went about their business again. "Well," I said, trying to keep it light. "At least he's not a complete prick anymore.

Why don't you just shoot yourself in the head now and get it over with?

An ox carcass by Rembrandt seems so utterly butchered as to be agonisingly still alive. A

I have often lost myself in the sea, ears full of newly cut flowers, tongue full of love and agony.

S]he was in a pretty crazy place, screaming and waving the bucket-knife around, spattered with blood from head to toe. Lee was lying on the floor, quietly pumping out his life through his throat.