Quotes About Torment

Let me have everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed, and eternal misery along with it. Let me live on with an ice chard through my heart.

Let me have everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed, and eternal misery along with it. Let me live on with an ice chard through my heart. -Jude Duarte

El amor nos da una especia de religión para nosotros mismos, respetamos en nosotros otra vida; se hace entonces el más horrible de los males, el mal con una esperanza, una esperanza que nos hace aceptar los tormentos.

However small we made ourselves, we took space and air from our neighbours. We were a torment to one another.

Her headache pounded painfully, the demons inside hitting their sharp fists against her skull, demanding to be set free.

All the fires of hell could burn for a thousand years and it wouldn't equal what I feel for you in one minute of the day. I love you so much there is no pleasure in it. Nothing but torment. Because if I could dilute what I feel for you to the mil­lionth part, it would still be enough to kill you. And even if it drives me mad, I would rather see you live in the arms of that cold, soulless bastard than die in mine," Merripen said to Win.

He's not going to die, you know. It's only nice, saintly people who suffer untimely deaths." She gave a quiet laugh. "Whereas selfish bastards like St. Vincent live to torment other people for decades.

I'll endure anything, your red-hot tongs and molten lead, your racks and prongs and garrotes-- all your fiendish gadgets, everything that burns and flays and tears-- I'll put up with any torture you impose. Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.

The pain, you know. It's one hell of a way to die.

A túlélÅ'k b?ntudata gyötörte, azért menekült a világegyetem kiismerhetetlen erÅ'inek karmai közé, hogy büntesse magát, amiért még mindig élt.

I should have been moved. I wasn't. It was as if I'd been frozen, as if I was now a woman made of ice, and he'd come at me not with a torch or even a candle, but with a toothpick, and was plink plink plinking against the smooth impenetrability of my body. I couldn't feel a thing.

A vida de Xantipa deve ter sido um longo tormento, amarrada àquele homem dotado de uma calma capaz de fazer qualquer um ir aos arames. Sócrates. Imaginemos uma mulher casada, condenada a viver dia após dia sem uma só zaragata com o marido! Um homem deve fazer a vontade à mulher nestas matérias.

Nothing ever turns me on so much in a woman as unhappiness.

Io ti maledico a morire lentamente, tormentato dalla tua anima miserabile!" I curse you to a

The only way to even begin to understand language is to love it so much that we allow it to confound us and to torment us to the extent that it threatens to swallow us whole.

Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host, Hear how the demons chuckle and yell Cutting his hands off, down in hell

Helena, hermosa flor púrpura, el tormento de toda una ciudad sacrificada a su belleza...

Hell is empty. The demons are everywhere apparent.

There are only two things that pierce the human heart. One is beauty. The other is affliction.

And I am forty-nine and getting old and soon it will be too late for all the things I know nothing of but which torment me in the middle of the night and here now in this place which is supposed to be a comfort and a solace. I am lonely and hungry and I have never breathed a word of this to anyone. Nobody knows or cares. I don't want anyone to know or care.

I wish to go beyond the fire that burns me.

Cycling is an excruciating sport - a rider's power is only as great as his capacity to endure pain - and it is often remarked that the best cyclists experience their physical agonies as a relief from private torments. The bike gives suffering a purpose.

I'm terrified of the thought of time passing (or whatever is meant by that phrase) whether I 'do' anything or not. In a way I may believe, deep down, that doing nothing acts as a brake on 'time's - it doesn't of course. It merely adds the torment of having done nothing, when the time comes when it really doesn't matter if you've done anything or not.

It was such a strange tormenting feeling when your daemon was pulling at the link between you; part physical pain deep in the chest, part intense sadness and love. Everyone tested it when they were growing up: seeing how far they could pull apart, coming back with intense relief.