Quotes About Agony

Tenía frio y no pedía fuego, tenía terrible sed y no pedía agua; pedía libros, es decir horizontes, es decir escaleras para subir la cumbre del espíritu y del corazón.Porque la agonía física, biológica , natural del cuerpo por hambre sed o frío dura poco, muy poco, pero la agonía del alma insatisfecha dura toda la vida

Me he perdido muchas veces por el mar con el oído lleno de flores recién cortadas, con la lengua llena de amor y de agonía.

Porque la agonía física, biológica, natural, de un cuerpo por hambre, sed o frío, dura poco, muy poco, pero la agonía del alma insatisfecha dura toda la vida. — Dime qué lees y te diré quién eres

Tres tiros le quedaban a mi niño en el fierro para ponerles a otros tantos en la frente su cruz de ceniza.

I try to write lyrics so that they won't age, which sort of leaves you with the big subjects like death and love and sex and violence.

prefiero morir en sus manos en una agonía lenta, a saber que nunca te tendré a mi lado, porque hasta que eso suceda, viviré dichosa contigo y no destrozada como lo estoy. Déjame elegir a mí mi propio destino.

she had always known under her mind and now she confessed it: her agony had been, half of it, because one day he would say farewell to her, like that, with the inflexion of a verb. As, just occasionally, using the word 'we' - and perhaps without intention - he had let her know that he loved her.

I demand that a film express either the joy of making cinema or the agony of making cinema. I am not at all interested in anything in between; I am not interested in all those films that do not pulse.

Without Time's swiftness, which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.

black welts.

We wince under little pains, but nature in us, through the excitement attendant upon them, braces us to endure with fortitude greater agonies.

It was the type of bad that made you want to do anything to please— —oh God please— —make it stop. It made you think about picking up a gun and silencing the sounds, if you knew where you were, if you knew that you were so close to your bedside table where you kept a gun in that small safe . . . Maya

The arm was the worst of it; it felt as though it'd been mangled by a tiger and then jammed into a blender set on pulverize. A blacksmith was mercilessly using her skull as an anvil. Her tongue and mouth had the dryness of both the Sahara and the worst hangover imaginable. Megan

AM said it with the sliding cold horror of a razor blade slicing my eyeball. AM said it with the bubbling thickness of my lungs filling with phlegm, drowning me from within. AM said it with the shriek of babies being ground beneath blue-hot rollers. AM said it with the taste of maggoty pork. AM touched me in every way I had ever been touched, and devised new ways, at his leisure, there inside my mind.

I have no mouth. And I must scream...

AM said it with the shriek of babies being ground beneath blue–hot rollers.

They said if he'd had two good arms he'd have made it, he was moving that fast. Seventeen bullet holes in him. They didn't have to shoot him that much.

I have written a raucous valentine to a poet's dream and agony.

The workers of the nation were tired of waiting for corporate industry to right their economic wrongs, to alleviate their social agony and to grant them their political rights. Despairing of fair treatment, they resolved to do something for themselves.

Stardom is just an uneasy seat on top of a tricky toboggan. Being a star is merely perching at the head of the downgrade. A competent featured player can last a lifetime. A star, a year or two. There's all that agony of finding suitable stories, keeping in character, maintaining illusion.

Being depressed is not a beautiful tragedy - it's hell and it's agony. Posting photos of someone that you don't have the consent for is illegal, and that's a huge, huge issue. We need to be teaching consent, and that's not just for photos.

But that's just part of the story: the easy part. The difficult part is this. Jesus loves those terrorists. He loved them when they slit the throats of unarmed passengers, and He even loved them when they flew those planes into balls of fire causing thousands of His children to die in flames and blood and agony. And He continues to love them still as they roast in eternal hell and damnation.

The existence of Slavery in its most cruel form among them has a tendency to brutalize the humane and finer feelings of their nature. Daily witnesses of human suffering—listening to the agonizing screeches of the slave—beholding him writhing beneath the merciless lash—bitten and torn by dogs—dying without attention, and buried without shroud or coffin—it cannot otherwise be expected, than that they should become brutified and reckless of human life.

one knee, with a groan, I released my hold upon his throat