Quotes About Torment

That's what hell means, perhaps, being compelled not just to live but to relive.

He prolongs their life and prosperity so that they may continue heaping sin upon sin and all the more richly deserve the torments that await them beyond the grave.

I realize then what hell is. Not a land of fire and torture in the center of the planet, but a land of fire and torture in the center of one's soul.

People do not smile when they are in hell

Oh fuck. It's like period pain in my head. It's toothache of the brain.

Then he knew what hell was like. It wasn't a hot place where a pointy-tailed beast poked you with a pitchfork. Hell was inside your own head, where the doors were closed, where hope never knocked, where darkness and pain and self-pity were the only companions. Forever.

Mefistófeles: "De sol e de mundos nada sei dizer, vejo apenas como os homens se atormentam. O pequeno Deus do mundo [o homem] continua na mesma e está tão admirável assim como no primeiro dia. Um pouco melhor ele viveria, não lhe tivesses dado o brilho da luz celeste; ele chama isto razão e lança mão dela somente para ser mais animalesco do que cada animal.

Suelo decirme a mí mismo: Tu destino no tiene igual: comparados contigo, los demás hombres son felices; porque jamás mortal alguno se vio atormentado como tú. Entonces leo a cualquier poeta antiguo y me parece que es el libro mi propio corazón. ¡Qué! ¿Aún me queda tanto que sufrir? ¿Y antes que yo ha habido hombres tan desgraciados?

Wrath takes hold of you. The trumpet sounds. The graves quake. And your heart Raised From the quietness of ashes Into the torment of flames Quakes.

O Wilhelm! the hermit's cell, his sackcloth, and girdle of thorns would be luxury and indulgence compared with what I suffer. Adieu! I see no end to this wretchedness except the grave.

Now, nothing makes me more angry than people who torment one another, particularly young people in the prime of their lives, when they should be most receptive of all pleasures, mutually spoil their few good days by putting on moody faces, realizing only when it is too late that they have wasted something irrecoverable.

Nada me aborrece mais do que ver as pessoas se atormentarem umas as outras: e sobretudo os jovens, na primavera da vida, quando o coração podia desabrochar todas as alegrias, estragarem reciprocamente os seus melhores dias para reconhecer mais tarde que esbanjaram bens que nunca mais serão recuperados.

Nessun cupo dolore l'aveva colta più violentemente di questa chiarezza, che ella cercava di rendere ancora più lucida, come si è soliti fare tormentandosi da sé, una volta che abbiamo iniziato ad essere tormentati.

The full and ardent sentiment which animated my heart with the love of nature, overwhelming me with a torrent of delight, and which brought all paradise before me, has now become an insupportable torment, a demon which perpetually pursues and harasses me.

Wickedness never rests easily so, in a way, one might almost feel pity for the wicked, for they are destined to live their lives in fear, in a prison of the heart.

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?

Thoughts that deny reincarnation are transformed in the next life into an inner unreality, an inner emptiness of life; this inner unreality and emptiness are experienced as torment, as disharmony.

If fortune torments me, hope contents me.

The "Genuine 'real life,'" as Dostoevsky called it, is an obsession, a torment for the writer. With greater or less ability we fabricate fictions not so that the false will seem true but to tell the most unspeakable truth with absolute faithfulness through the fiction.

It torments you to know you were misunderstood, to not have risked yourself, and to wait.

Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.

If divorce is like death, then is not the perpetration of divorce a kind of murder? That is, are we not risking putting ourselves through the same torment—the same sleepless nights, feelings of persecution and guilt, the regret—as one of those pathetic characters from a Dostoevsky novel? It's like you've just struck your wife with a candelabra and now you're looking at her lifeless body on the floor, and suddenly she looks pretty.

Her body consented willingly to all that her soul found most abhorrent. As Nicholas had promised, there was a hellish delight in knowing she was damned.

For thou hast made a very fiend of me, and I have hell within.