Quotes About Agony

Death is agony. There is simply no other way to describe it. It is getting the wind knocked out of you over and over again, and just when you think you have enough strength to take a deep breath, it knocks you down again. There is no break from the pain. It is arduous, unyielding.

There's never any ebb in human misery.

Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of the earth is multiform.

There are a lot of movies about misfits that are quite cool, that kind of glamorize it on some level. I think there are fewer films, certainly with a lady at the center, about the agony of what it's like to feel like you're not accepted, and you're different, and somehow you're weird.

They beat hell out of you for any reason or no reason. It's the greatest pleasure of their lives.

I'm not…dead yet. Breathing is so agonizing. To have to endure such agony just to live…living is so cumbersome. I was taught that you either go to heaven or hell when you die. I wonder if it's easy to breathe in heaven. A place where my body or my head won't hurt. I hope it is. Is hell an even more agonizing place than this? If it is, I'm scared. I don't want to go. I don't. I'm scared. I'm scared of going to hell.

Today was the dance contest, the one where Squidward takes over Spongebob's body...During the competition, Squidward gets a cramp and Spongebob's body ends up writhing on the floor in agony. The audience thinks this is pretty cool and gives him First Prize. Quite a metaphor. The person in the most pain wins. Does that mean I get a Blue Ribbon?

She helplessly watched as he pressed the switchblade against the second joint. He let out a grunt, and the knife sliced through her finger, cutting it off.

A simmering fire burns our hearts away; We sink and my heart in depth of agony lies; As with the dawn the taper of the lamp Laps up the last drops of oil and dies.

As to those who hoard gold and silver and spend it not in God's path, give them, then, the tidings of a painful agony: on a day when these things shall be heated in hell-fire, and their foreheads, and their sides, and their backs shall be branded therewith.

A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he'd somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.

A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he'd somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.

And so Yoshimi heard the dry pop one more time. Her forehead felt as if it were being crushed by a car. That was all.

Terminó temblorosa, llorando. Pocas veces lloraba Angustias sinceramente. Siempre el llanto la afeaba, pero éste, espantoso, que la sacudía ahora, no me causaba repugnancia, sino cierto placer. Algo así como ver descargar una tormenta.

What is it then? Life? When it is only agony, why not take it? Is that not the kinder thing?

With you it's different. I come like a bloody bull with you. I want to reach inside you and make you feel what I do, to know heaven and hell and pleasure so intense you can't tell if it's agony or pure bliss."..."When I make love to you, I am yours. You own me body and soul.

Cormac interrupted. 'Maybe I oughta shoot you both, put you both out of your misery.

I see before me the Gladiator lie: / He leans upon his hand - his manly brow / Consents to death, but conquers agony.

but quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.

The man had a hand down between her legs, and he must have been hurting her there, because the woman started to moan, low in her throat.

The rat squealed as he bit into it, squirming wildly in his hands, frantic to escape.

This was a pain that did not touch the body, a pain that did not race along the nerve paths, a pain that filled the mind so completely and so shatteringly that not even the smallest part of you was free to think or plan or meditate. The pain was you, and you were the pain. There was nothing to dissociate from, no cool sanctum of thought where you might retreat. (from The Glass Flower)

I sit on the damn iron seat when I must. Does that mean I don't have the same hungers as other men? A bit of wine now and again, a girl squealing in bed, the feel of a horse between my legs? Seven hells, Ned, I want to hit someone.

The red priestess shuddered. Blood trickled down her thigh, black and smoking. The fire was inside her, an agony, an ecstasy, filling her, searing her, transforming her. Shimmers of heat traced patterns on her skin, insistent as a lover's hand.