Quotes About Agony

. . . it seemed to me that where others had prayed before to their God, in their joy or in their agony, was of itself a sacred place.

Oh God." said Magnus, "they're dead. They're all dead!

Anybody who writes knows the horrible, wonderful, beautiful foulness that comes every week. A lot of moaning, screaming agony - "Oh my god, the deadline's coming."

I wrestled through many sleepless nights after God became real to me. I can only describe this period of my life as 2 years of mental agony.

Good writing ... involves the agony of turning profoundly difficult thoughts into lucid form, then forcing them into the tight-fitting uniform of language, making them visible and clear.

It is good that war is so horrible, or we might grow to like it.

the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat

I am now about to make the great adventure. I cannot endure this agonizing pain any longer. It is all over my body. Neither can I face the impending blindness. I pray the Lord my soul to take. Amen.

The most persistent sound which reverberates through man's history is the beating of war drums.

Almost the whole of history is but a sequence of horrors.

It is magnificent, but it is not war.

You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire.

If there is one sound the follows the march of humanity, it is the scream.

Human skin hisses like a rattlesnake when it burns.

Run like hell and get the agony over with.

In the traditional urban novel, there is only survival or not. The suburban idea, the conformist idea, that agony can be seen to and cured by doctors or psychoanalysis or self-knowledge is nowhere to be found in the city. Talking is a way of life, but it is not a cure. Same with religion.

What is any war but a massacre?

my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex -ecute strides of cobalt nevertheless i feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming something a little different, in fact myself hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings

I hate him, too, she shivered. I hate his damned suffering.

Very few great artists feel the giant agony of the world.

Guy thought of the Greek word agon , wasn't it at once an athletic contest and a style of suffering, an agony?

Mr. Earbrass has rashly been skimming through the early chapters, which he had not looked at for months, and now sees TUH for what it is. Dreadful, dreadful , DREADFUL. He must be mad to go on enduring the unexquisite agony of writing when it all turns out drivel. Mad. Why did n't he become a spy? How does one become one? He will burn the MS. Why is there no fire? Why are n't there the makings of one? How did he get in the unused room on the third floor?

Morris chopped off the girl's hand with a hatchet then guttered laughter. The poor mulato wailed, her stump pumping. What'choo do that for! Cutton bellowed. He hadn't even gotten his trousers off before Morris had pulled this move.

Oh Jesus, thought Patrick, let me out of here. He imagined himself disappearing through the floor with a shovel and some bunk-bed slats, the theme music of The Great Escape humming in the air. He was crawling under the crematorium through fragile tunnels, when he felt himself being dragged backwards by Annette's maddening voice.