Quotes About Torment

This back and forth is getting worse all the time. At the office I live up to my outward duties, but not to my inner duties, and those unfulfilled duties grow into a permanent torment.

Insónia quase total, atormentado por sonhos, que teriam querido gravar na matéria refractária que sou.

The less you torment yourself, the less you'll be tormenting me.

Once such ideas began to torment him, would they ever quite leave him alone? Would they not rather increase in urgency? Would they not threaten his very existence?

None of this was too painful, it was another of life's perpetual little torments, that was all, nothing when measured against what K. aspired to, he had not come to this place to lead a life of peace and honour

their heads looked as if they had been beaten flat on top and their features shaped in the pain of the beating

who still hadn't lost interest in him and who, with their bulging lips, open mouths, and almost tortured faces—their heads looked as if they had been beaten flat on top and their features shaped in the pain of the beating

The perfect soundtrack for my personal hell.

The torment of hell is not fire and brimstone, pitchforks and claws, or, as Dante supposed, aimless wandering, unsatisfied lust, icy rain, foul swamps, or any kind of eternal violence. Hell is a place utterly without God.

Jefferson exploded with guilt: "The torment of mind, I will endure till the moment shall arrive when I shall not owe a shilling on earth is such really as to render life of little value.

So she'd "teased" Lily as their mother called it, unwilling to concede that one of her girls was tormenting the other with the relentlessness of a pilgrim.

Gli uomini hanno in sé un superfluo, che di continuo inutilmente li tormenta, non facendoli paghi di nessuna condizione e sempre lasciandoli incerti del loro destino.

A quanti uomini, presi nel gorgo d'una passione, oppure oppressi, schiacciati dalla tristezza, dalla miseria, farebbe bene pensare che c'è, sopra il soffitto, il cielo, e che nel cielo ci sono le stelle. [...] Contemplandole, s'inabissa la nostra inferma piccolezza, sparisce nella vacuità degli spazii, e non può non sembrarci misera e vana ogni ragione di tormento. Ma bisognerebbe avere in sé, nel momento della passione, la possibilità di pensare alle stelle.

I saw everything that was passing before me—torments and delights—from that thing called glory to the other one called misery, and I saw love multiplying misery and I saw misery intensifying weakness.'' The Posthumous Memoirs of Bras Cubas- Machado de Asis

He kissed her then, not gently, not tenderly. He didn't kiss her to comfort her. He took her mouth hungrily, almost savagely, wanting to punish her for having a body that tormented him, for telling him that his last kiss had meant nothing, needed to punish her for letting scum like Jack Caldwell call her honey, and for ever thinking about a man who wasn't him.

I felt utterly stripped of safety and love. And so, what tormented me most as I shook through August of 1988 wasn't the nausea and chills but the recurring fear that I'd never have lasting comfort or joy again.

The world is divided into those who understand me and those who don't. In the case of the latter, I simply leave them to torment themselves trying to gain my sympathy.

They had reached a perfect moment of human love. They had created a moment of perfect understanding and accord. This highest moment would now remain as point of comparison to torment them later on when all natural imperfections would disintegrate it.

You sought to preserve your creative instincts and what would nourish them. But neurosis itself does not nourish the artist, you know; he creates in spite of it, out of anything, any material given to him. The torments and hells of [crazy men], are not for you.

Henry no puede hacer que la ame menos, pero sí puede atormentarme haciendo que aparezca más irreal, más desinteresada, demostrando que June no existe, que sólo existe una imagen, inventada por nosotros, por la mente de Henry, y por mi poesía.

I even take a little pleasure in tormenting Harry. I let him dream all month, and then again I exile him because he is disintegrated, chaotic, unbalanced, because he is sick, the nakedness of his appetite and greed revolt me. His audacity and demands.

True artistic inspiration is always a torment for the artist, almost to the point of endangering his life. Its realisation is tantamount to a physical feat.

It may be a childish torment, but we do not get to choose our demons.

We cannot bear a pointless torment, but we can endure great pain if we believe that it's purposeful.