Quotes About Agony

Along the track, no more than fifty long paces from Duiker's position, a hapless squad of Malazan soldiers writhed on what were locally called Sliding Beds—four tall spears each set upright, the victim set atop the jagged points, at the shoulders and upper thighs. Depending on their weight and their strength of will in staying motionless, the impaling and the slow slide down to the ground could take hours.

Pain darkened the world. Pain dislocated. Turned one's own flesh and bones into a stranger's house, from which no escape seemed possible.

Numbness spread, allowing him to move his arms without the stabbing agony that had had him bathed in sweat over the last few hours.

Pain lanced through her thighs.

Instinctively, he reached for his knife, fumbled fro fractions of a second with the thong of a purse, tore it loose. He stabbed frantically at the thing that surrounded him, tore the blade through cloth and hair and flesh. One part fell away, a languid, dead flailing of limbs and hair. The other gripped him, and even though he had stabbed a limb, would not release him.

Poor Beth, it must have felt like slow and agonising death, keeping his distance from Tartaruchi; this work of art was but a poor substitute.

My chest was tight with painful, intoxicated misery.

We wear our troubles on our faces, Varencienne thought, then imagined herself with frozen agony in the set of her mouth.

The boy whimpered in pleasure as Paliadion's teeth sliced into his flesh.

At once, the essence of the elements swooped down and rushed into him as a bolt of pure energy. His body jerked backward, but he did not fall. He absorbed the essence, his mouth wide in a rictus of agony.

By the time it was Ellony's turn to speak, tears filled Pharinet's eyes and her chest was full of the pain of repressed weeping. The moment was wonderful and terrible. In this agony was a sweet, pure feeling. Ellony would never experience it.

Hurting people is my business.

Ringside seats mean you hear the breaking of ribs, the splattered cartilage of what was once the boxer's nose, the dislocation of the jaw, the horrifying 'ugggh' that the boxer utters milliseconds after receiving a crushing left hook to the solar plexus or kidneys or head.

You're like a madnessinside me, a fever I can't cure.

Though sleep was dearly needed, it was not welcomed, for even in sleep I was tormented.

Why do I feel like my heart is ripping in thousands of pieces, taking with it every shred of soul that I still have?

Love is industrious in tormenting itself.

But I do, and the barbed wire tightens once more, until my heart is strangled and broken.

O what will she do, a soul bitten into with wrong?

He could not feel agony. He could not feel sadness. His consciousness felt smoky, wisplike, incapable of anything but calm

Our words will always be sincere, our embraces will be tight. We will never wallow in the agony of 'I could have, I should have.' We can sleep in a storm. "And when it's time, our good-byes will be complete.

To the lost, transfixed among the self-inflicted ruins, All that is non-air (if this indeed is not deception) Is agony immobilized. While Time, The endless idiot, runs screaming round the world.

Platitudes or otherwise, there were no words to ease the agony of living.

From the hills in the early dawn, Small, thin, mist-wreathed, she came upon him; Hair sodden to the brow, Eyes like agates, Lips apart, tongue flicking at words frozen in her head. Gliding to his feet, She caught his hand and said 'come help me, mister, or she'll be dead.