Quotes About Agony

arms, ankles turning as I stepped in holes and stumbled on rocks. I had no room in my mind for any form of rational thought; I wanted only to get away from him. A heavy weight struck me hard in the

that sought to tear out his throat. The firelight gleamed on the scars that decorated Walking Elk's chest and shoulders—thick white gouges that showed briefly at the gaping neck of his shirt as he writhed picturesquely, arms straining upward against his invisible enemy. Ian found himself leaning forward, his

Coming back, he saw the dark spots on the back of Jamie's shirt, blotches where fresh blood had seeped through the bandages. The sight filled him with fury, as well as fear. He'd seen such things; the wean had been flogged. Badly, and recently. Who? How?

It was like being caught in a meat grinder; a brief moment of total chaos, punctuated by random hard blows to the body and the sensation of being suffocated in a large, reeking hairy blanket.

When Jesus was nailed to the cross and hung there in torment - he cried out "God, my God! Why hast thou forsaken me?" He cried out as loud as he could. He thought that his heavenly father had abandoned him. He believed everything he'd ever preached was a lie. The moments before he died, Christ was seized by doubt. Surely that must have been his greatest hardship? God's silence.

The wrecked mess of flesh had to hurt like hell and I was just starting to feel a little sympathy for Kujima when some distant corner of my brain sent me a reminder that he'd shot me, beaten me and was about to light me on fire.

For Rousseau), the ancient conflict (between liberty and authority) is to be resolved by breeding a race of men who will choose absolutely freely only that which is absolutely right.... there would be no conflict, no agony, no choice.

But the memory of the old life that returned to my mind was the endless series of defeats, of flights, of dangers; to begin again meant perhaps only a temporary extension of that death agony, the return to a phase I thought had already ended.

This is agony cried Mr Salteena clutching hold of a table my life will be sour grapes and ashes without you.

This is a war and war is hell and what the hell and so to hell with it.

The short life of Jesus can hardly compare with the suffering of brave heretics who have been persecuted for criticizing Christianity, or with the agony of the "witches" who were burned, drowned and hanged by bible believers (quoting Exodus 22:18: "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live"). Nor

It's hard to describe depression to someone who's never experienced it. Now I would say it's like you're in a boat on the ocean with no land in sight, and the ocean is made of pain. You don't want to dip your oar in the water, because you'll splash yourself and be in even more agony than you are already. So you sit and do nothing. And then the boat starts to leak.

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.

There's another related concept that I share with John: impermanence. Sometimes in their pain, people believe that the agony will last forever. But feelings are actually more like weather systems: They blow in and they blow out. Just because you feel sad this minute or this hour or this day doesn't mean you'll feel that way in ten minutes or this afternoon or next week. Everything you feel – anxiety, elation, anguish – blows in and out again.

Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.

As human beings, our only sensible scale of values is one based on lessening the agony of existence.

Count me o'er earth's chosen heroes -- they were souls that stood alone, While the men they agonized for hurled the contumelious stone, Stood serene, and down the future saw the golden beam incline To the side of perfect justice, mastered by their faith divine, By one man's plain truth to manhood and to God's supreme design.

his soul until he actually began to sweat blood.

As he lay expiring in the agony of death, the standers-by could hear him say softly 'I have seen the glories of the world.

Where are you, Adam? According to the book of Genesis, Adam went into hiding after the fall. By trying to be more than human, Adam felt less than human. Before the fall, Adam was not ashamed; after the fall he was. Toxic shame is true agony. It is a pain felt from the inside, in the core of our being. It is excruciatingly painful.

Gone is the pain that you inflicted on me - I CAN live with out you and your agony.

There's no agony or pain as great as loosing someone who loved you always no matter what.

Words can't explain how f-cked up my mood is right now.

The agony and overwhelming sadness of being alone... Where nights seem to last forever and tears just keep streaming down my face.