Quotes About Torment

Strangers' faces hold no secrets because the imagination does not invest them with any. But the face of a lover is an unknown precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

But art and ideas come out of the passion and torment of experience: it is impossible to have a real relationship to the first if one's aim is to be protected from the second.

He leaned up a little and watched her face. Her face would now be, forever, more mysterious and impenetrable than the face of any stranger. Strangers' faces hold no secrets because the imagination does not invest them with any. But the face of a lover is an unknown precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

the whole motion of the figure is torment. It seemed a very strange figure for such a young kid to do, or, at least, it seemed strange until you thought about it.

We human beings now have the power to exterminate ourselves; this seems to be the entire sum of our achievement. We have taken this journey and arrived at this place in God's name. This, then, is the best that God (the white God) can do. If that is so, then it is time to replace Him—replace Him with what? And this void, this despair, this torment is felt everywhere in the West, from the streets of Stockholm to the churches of New Orleans and the sidewalks of Harlem.

His eyes Were just the end Of Hell— All pain, Articulate.

Qué sucede? ¿es el infierno que nos ha echado encima sus demonios?

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?

A man so painfully in love is capable of self-torture beyond belief.

Men are tormented by the opinions they have of things, and not the things themselves.

He passes from lyric to epic poetry in order to speak about the world and the torment in the world through man, rationally and emotionally. The poet then becomes a danger.

A great step forward was made the day men understood that in order to torment one another more efficiently they would have to gather together, to organize themselves into a society

Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.

I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am a most unpleasant man.

On the mountains there is freedom! The world is perfect everywhere, Save where man comes with his torment.

We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.

The expression if history in things is no other than that of past torment.

The recent past always presents itself as if destroyed by catastrophes. The expression of history in things is no other than that of past torment.

I learned early in my life that if people were offered the opportunity of tranquility, they often reject it and choose torment instead.

No, what I felt was the torment of waiting, stuck between the end of one sentence and the beginning of the next which might or might not bring a hail storm, plane crash, poetic justice, or a miraculous reversal.

Alone in my room, wrapped in a blanket, I whimpered and talked aloud to myself, recalling the lost glory of my youth when I considered myself, and was considered by others, a bright and capable person. It seemed that was all gone now. I wondered whether what I was experiencing was some sort of psychotic break, the sort that ambushes a person who until then has lived an ordinary life, auguring a new existence full of torment and struggle.

Gradually I began to understand that it does not matter very much what problem, whether big or small, is tormenting us; the only thing that matters it that we be tormented, that we find a ground for being tormented. In other words, that we exercise our minds in order to keep certainty from turning us into idiots, that we fight to open every closed door we find in front of us.

La conciencia era un dolor insoportable.

Good night, Keeley. Good night, Brian. Thanks for the ride. Adelia waited until the men were out, then turned to her daughter. Keeley, I never would've thought it of you. You're tormenting the poor man. There's nothing poor about that man. Delighted with herself, Keeley broke off a piece of bread and crunched down on it. And tormenting him is so rewarding. Well,there's not a woman with blood in her could argue with that. Mind you don't hurt him, darling.