Quotes About Agony

I'm sorry! It's just that it hurts so much and it never stops!

He lowered his head and beat, fists balled, teeth clenched, the roaring in his ears loud and total. He saw only Thomas's bloody face, his brother's mouth moving, saying something, perhaps pleading, and Griffin's heart swelled with gleeful rage. He'd touched her. He'd hurt her. And for that he deserved to walk upon crippled legs.

History it seemed could be something entirely different a splash of blood whose agony didn't fade overnight or over centuries.

The hinges screamed like a wounded animal.

This is great fun,' she said as he gripped her hand, and she successfully hid the agony caused by her fingers and her rings being crushed together. 'It's heaven,' said Christopher. 'No, no, that's not nearly such fun as—just fun,' she said, furtively rubbing her released hand and making a note in her mind not to wear rings next time her strong young friend was likely to say how do you do.

The words madness allows its users to celebrate the pain of its sufferers, to forget that underneath all the acting out and quests for fabulousness and fine poetry, there is a person in huge amounts of dull, ugly agony.

By Heaven, had I the teeth of Caucasus Red-hot from Promethean agonies, And tusks more lucid than the lunar snows, On those jagged lawns of Asia, cavernous With many a dragon banquet-eyes like those Minerva made of flint to shatter Jove-- I'd hurl their hate upon thee, and myself Die in a red parabola of Fate! --Ernest Wheldrake, The Monomaniac's Tragedy

The pain in my stomach had come back and in the form of birds trying to peck their way out of my body.

The great souls distinguish with two things; their greater needs and their greater agony.

Love is one of the true mysteries,' he said at last. 'The truest and the deepest of all. One thing, Maerad: to love is never wrong. It may be disastrous; it may never be possible; it may be the deepest agony. But it is never wrong.

To love is never wrong. It may be disastrous; it may never be possible; it may be the deepest agony. But it is never wrong.

What is the matter with these people, these people who won't stop fighting, won't stop hurting each other...?

Alcohol is a chemical depressant and a powerful poison. It destroys us both physically and mentally. By inebriating us, it destroys every survival instinct that we possess and takes the joy of life with it. In short: it makes us feel suicidal. And that's what it amounts to: SLOW AGONIZING SUICIDE

There's a pain deeper than death...

My breath is coming too hard. I want to cry. To scream. To die.

There are a lot of other terrorist targets we ought to be focusing on. Well, there is Syria, for example, which is pumping through - because of Iran, is pumping weapons on into Hezbollah and so forth - which is then producing a lot of agony in Palestine and in Israel. We ought to be doing a bit to try to stop that.

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

This fire is a big deal. A huge deal. A giant, flaming, goddamn, piece-of-shit, agonizing, I-want-to-rip-my-own-head-off deal.

So far, being dead is about as much fun as a barbed-wire G-string. Yes

My ass and back ache like someone gave me a baseball-bat massage.

McKenna dropped to her knees, then fell to her side on the asphalt, moaning

I know how devastated you must be to miss me, but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony

You kill me, Rose," he said melodramatically. "Every day is agony without you. Empty. Alone. I pine for you, wondering if you're even still alive.

But when the other end of the line picked up, it was his voicemail that answered, not the man himself. "I know how devastated you must be to miss me," his cheery voice said, "but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony as soon as possible.