Quotes About Agony

I learned something about grief. When someone dies, it doesn't leave a hole, and that's the agony.

War is horrible," I said, trying to damp her down. "If you had lived through the war you wouldn't think it glorious. War is just agony. It's living under a dark cloud all the time and wondering if someone you love has been killed.

Kev loved her. Not in the way that novelists and poets described. Nothing so tame. He loved her beyond earth, heaven, or hell. Every moment out of her company was agony; every moment with her was the only peace he had ever known. Every touch of her hands left an imprint that ate down to his soul. He would have killed himself before admitting it to anyone. The truth was buried deep in his heart.

El infierno es saber que tenías tan poca fe en mi amor que estabas dispuesta a condenarme a la agonía de por vida.

As if anyone could do such painstaking work when a man is screaming in agony." "I told you I wouldn't scream," Leo retorted from the bedroom. "I only do that when Marks starts reciting her poetry." Despite her consternation, Catherine almost smiled.

We're told that men are strong & brave, but I think women know how to endure, accept defeat & bear physical & mental agony much better than men.

I looked up and beyond him again, focusing in on the horror that swords, arrows, clubs, and staffs left behind on human flesh. The open wounds. The blood, The brokenness. The inglorious remains of war.

His heart ached as if eaten away by poisons.

Unquenched, unquenchable, Around, within, thy heart shall dwell; Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell!

clamped his left hand hard over the wound. Blood

herself to her knees. The floor was rotted wood. He unsheathed the knife he'd taken from her, and he sliced through the rope securing her wrists. She winced as her left arm fell free. Eugene reached for the jacket zipper at her neck. With a ripping sound he yanked it down and pushed open her jacket. He slid it off her shoulders. Her jacket fell to the ground. He punched her

Having to pretend nothing was wrong, when everything was wrong, was excruciating.

I am somewhat proud of this, Mab's cold voice said. To be sure, the White Christ never suffered so long or so terribly as did this traitor. Three days on a tree. Hardly enough time for a prelude. When it came to visiting agony, the Romans were hobbyists.

The Winter inside me was torment and agony—but at least when I was immersed in it, I couldn't feel.

They didn't want to kill me. They wanted to hurt me. And they were good at it.

There was a horrible, wrenching sound, a screech of protesting metal, and one of the screams peaked at a shivering, violent point—then dissolved into a strangled mishmash of sounds, of tearing and snapping and popping, of gurgling and thudding. And when they were finished, something, something big, with a cavernous, resonating chest, snarled from not ten feet beyond the security door.

Violence, from one angle, looked like mercy from another.

There is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

Rude contact with facts chased my visions and dreams quickly away, and in their stead I beheld the horrors, the corruption, the evils and hypocrisy of society, and as I stood among them, a young wife, a great wail of agony went out from my soul.

Love doesn't happen in an instant. It creeps up on you and then it turns your life upside down. It colors your waking moments, and fills your dreams. You begin to walk on air and see life in brilliant new shades. But it also brings with it a sweet agony, a delicious torture.

Lady, I know death will come but I avoid it because I can rationally foresee the devastation it will wreak upon my life. Yet after death, I will be beyond this mortal coil, and either in eternal pleasure or damnation. This thing that you do is worse than death, as it will leave me alive and in a perpetual state of agony. You may as well cast me into Hell." She

So like a bit of stone I lie Under a broken tree. I could recover if I shrieked My heart's agony To passing bird, but I am dumb.