Quotes About Agony

With a poignancy he had never felt during the half-stupefying agony on the beach, he was beset by a terrible consciousness of the world's ever-renewed, ever-varied, never-dying pain: children and animals without hope in the present moment's eternity; the prisoners of cruel men, the cruel terribly imprisoned in themselves...

How she craved pain, how it thrilled her, weeping tears of blood. Our Savior died for the sins of the world--that was the true meaning of passion.

The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.

Some humans not only liked violence, but craved it, I realised. Not because they wanted pain, but because they already had pain and wanted to be distracted away from that kind of pain with a lesser kind.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you," wrote Angelou. Silence is pain. But it is a pain with an exit route. When we can't speak, we can write. When we can't write, we can read. When we can't read, we can listen. Words are seeds. Language is a way back to life. And it is sometimes the most vital comfort we have.

The power of all the regrets simultaneously emanating from the book was becoming agony. The weight of guilt and remorse and sorrow too strong. She leaned back on her elbows, dropped the heavy book and squeezed her eyes shut. She could hardly breathe, as if invisible hands were around her neck.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you', wrote Angelou. Silence is pain. But it is a pain with an exit route. When we can't speak, we can write. When we can't write, we can read. When we can't read, we can listen.

Vain is the effort to forget. Some day I shall be cold, I know, As is the eternal moonlit snow Of the high Alps, to which I go-- But ah, not yet, not yet! Vain is the agony of grief. 'Tis true, indeed, an iron knot Ties straitly up from mine thy lot, And were it snapt--thou lov'st me not! But is despair relief?

So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.

We have two candidates with the highest unfavorables ever recorded and a majority of voters who feel stuck voting against, rather than for, someone. Both parties nominated the only person who could possibly lose to the other. Voters are agonizing about whether they can trust either candidate.

The Grand Master felt surging within him one of those half-crazy rages which had so often come upon him in his prison, making him shout aloud and beat the walls. He felt that he was upon the point of committing some violent and terrible act – he did not know exactly what – but he felt the impulse to do something.

It feels like I've got all the flames in hell burning in my head.

It is not only more bloody and more murderous than any previous wars but also more cruel, more relentless, more pitiless … It discards all the parameters to which we defer in times of peace and which we called the rights of man. It does not recognise the privileges of the wounded man or of the doctor and it does not distinguish between non-combatants and the fighting part of the population.

Mona wasn't listening. Of course a bet was a bet, she thought. And there was her reputation to consider. Not to mention her safety. Particularly her safety. For she was frightened of Emoto Hed, who had something of a reputation for creative cruelty where unpaid debts were concerned. People disappeared, leaving behind nothing but very long, very piercing screams. Mona imagined that forever could become incredibly tedious when passed in a state of constantly accelerating agony.

She tried to shriek for help, to cry out against the blinding agony, but her mouth wouldn't open. The scream stalled in her throat and she gagged. Oh my God. She couldn't move her lips. She couldn't say one word.

and hearing only silence, the heart must erupt in agony: "Where is God? Where is God?" And as the years of silence spread, while the ravager despoils at will, would you or I see the corruption of a child and not take arms? Or watch our lifetime's work erupt in flame at the whims of blind men, and not be tempted to reach for a sword?

Pawel withdrew into his own thoughts, reflecting on the fact that saints and mystics also spoke of suffering, darkness, and the agony of interior crosses. For a Christian, these were an indispensable part of the rising toward God.

No, she's in Spain, too, they're all in Spain, there's no one here... Am I in Spain? No, I'm not in Spain, dear, I'm in agony. That's where I am.

now the wind that had raged round the castle had died down to a low moaning in the pine trees—a whimpering of time-worn agony.

Old tricky tequila, which tastes to me like a mix of tears and spit.

Everything hurts.

As soon as the adult serial killer's fragile ego and self-esteem are threatened by any form of rejection or pain, the original childhood agony is triggered and he feels the irresistible urge to act out this powerful fantasy, which is the only way he perceives to restore the psychological imbalance.

He had two types of victim. The prostitutes resembled the women who had rejected him and he acted out his agony and anger in a symbolic manner on these victims. The boys represented himself and, like Simons, he acted out his suffering directly on these victims.

He rehearses these fantasies as a teenager and eventually acts them out, as one after the other innocent person falls victim, without the slightest regard for their pain or the agony of the families and loved ones they have left behind.