Quotes About Torment

Donald saw his younger brother Robert as weaker and therefore enjoyed tormenting him. He repeatedly hid Robert's favorite toys, pretending he had no idea where they were.

A stalker tormented me for over five years. I don't know what was going through his mind, as he was a police officer, and because of that, I at first considered him someone to be trusted.

What did he see, I wonder? What avenue opened before him? A sudden way through, an escape from all the torment? Or was it just the venal act of a selfish child, wanting to somehow punish the woman standing before him … just passing the guilt along, as cowards will do. Well

I dwelt a long time in the House of Death, tormented by the truth that I failed to achieve what I most wanted in my life. That sense, of terrible incompleteness, overwhelmed me many times. But now I stand with you, my brother, and I will fall in your stead if I can in this battle to come. Oblivion does not frighten me – I see only its blessed release.

And now he was full of words, full of thoughts that had nowhere to go. He imagined that this was what it meant to be lonely. An entire inner world with no way out, no audience or witnesses. If there was beauty in there, none could see it. If there was torment, no one could hear the cries for help.

Poor girl – I should never have tormented her so. But…show me a merciful child and I will truly avow a belief in miracles, and I'll throw in my back-pay besides. It was her over-sensitivity that done her in. Still, what's life without a few thousand regrets?

Pain was not a pleasant thing to live with, not day after day, night upon night, not with every damned breath.

Bears?" Epaphroditus wrinkled his nose. "Everyone knows Prometheus was tormented by vultures. Every day they tore out his entrails, and every night he was miraculously healed, so that the ordeal was endlessly repeated." Martial laughed. "The trainer who can induce vultures to attack on command will be able to name any price! I suspect we'll see a lot of bears today.

You're no mystery, But just plain MISERY.

My chest was tight with painful, intoxicated misery.

What had begun as a holy quest had slowly mutated into a torment.

Something dark had hooked itself into my heart.

It was the cry of someone who'd looked in the abyss, someone who had previously not even known the abyss existed. It was the sound of a soul tearing.

The real me died years ago. I died and I went to hell. This is hell.

That he had been born an artist—in all ways—a paragon of romantic torment out of the likes of some Brontë novel—has yet to make itselfknown to him. He watches himself unfold.

Write me, so it delights me in such a way to torment me.

...you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on...

You're like a madnessinside me, a fever I can't cure.

Though sleep was dearly needed, it was not welcomed, for even in sleep I was tormented.

The sweetest misery is that caused by love.

Love is industrious in tormenting itself.

No one else was as close and as open, No one else so boiled my blood, Even he, who consigned me to torment, Even he, who caressed and forgot.

Mistakes were mistakes, and failures were failures. Why torment someone with memories of their past?

El desear y el gozar nos llevan al mismo dolor