Quotes About Torment

You take pains for me which are unnecessary; learned conversations are not at all in my way: I love to live at ease; and, in whatever is said, one must take too much trouble to become clever; it is an ambition which does not at all enter my mind. I find myself very well, mother, in being stupid; and I prefer having nothing but common-place talk to tormenting myself to say fine words.

Author A fool who, not content with having bored those who have lived with him, insists on tormenting generations to come.

The main objective of a yogi is to master the laws of vibration. To be capable to increase or decrease his vibration at will, thus escaping the torments of the world and the universe.

There is nothing that torments Satan more than the sight of a faithful in prayer.

Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare.

Love was an agony beyond compare

And he likes to torment me, and laughs when I get upset when he does. No, of course not. I do not love Jack Elliot. He is low and coarse and a soldier, and not the kind of man I want to spend my life with.

It just goes to show—killing your demons doesn't really end the torment. Real monsters leave behind damage. You can slay the beast a million times over—but the scars they inflict last forever.

The torment of precautions often exceeds the dangers to be avoided.

The torment of precautions often exceeds the dangers to be avoided. It is sometimes better to abandon one's self to destiny.

But why so I call her Virgin if I don't believe in her as the Mother of God? One word: touched. God has touched her. That is both grace and torment; it raises up and strikes down; it is both a caress and the blow of a hammer. All is lost and God suffices.

She walked alone in the rain, half mad with trying not to remember the soft warmth of Onnen's motherly breast and the smell of her clothes, trying not to think of the glint of firelight on Begu's escaping hair because then she'd remember it always, one more meory to torment her.

Economists are surgeons who operate beautifully on the dead and torment the living.

for there is no greater torment for a man than to desire revenge and be unable to get it.

The long-forgotten, living eyes of the portrait began to torment him, and then his madness became dreadful. All the people who surrounded his bed seemed to him horrible portraits. The portrait doubled and quadrupled itself; all the walls seemed hung with portraits, which fastened their living eyes upon him; portraits glared at him from the ceiling, from the floor; the room widened and lengthened endlessly, in order to make room for more of the motionless eyes.

The brain can shut pain off because the actual function of acute pain is not to torment us but to alert us to danger.

Everything she heard, everything she saw seemed to be in disagreement with her own manner of understanding and feeling. To her, the sun did not appear red enough, the nights pale enough, the skies deep enough. Her fleeting conception of things and beings condemned her fatally to a perversion of her senses, to vagaries of the spirit and left her nothing but the torment of an unachieved longing, the torture of unfulfilled desires.

Shyness is shit. It isn't cute or feminine or appealing. It's torment, and it's shit.

Everything is hypothetical in hell.

De nada sirve que nos tapemos las orejas. Los comentarios, las risitas irónicas, los cascotes que caen de no se sabe dónde, nos atormentan en tal forma los minutos del día y del insomnio, que nos dan ganas de suicidarnos nuevamente.

Did you come to me because I dropped off to sleep, tormented by love? If I had known I dreamed, I would not have awakened.

When a friend told Francis Bacon that he would prefer not to have an eternal soul than to live in eternal torment, the painter replied with a grim realism that people are "so attracted to their egos that they'd probably rather have the torment than simple annihilation.

I go about saying how pained and tormented, how lonely and sad I feel, but what do I really mean by that? If I were to speak the truth, I would die.

the warmth in my mouth. that rush through my veins making my heartache my pulse quicken my head- just a bit dizzy. my legs- just a bit numb. my tongue years for more more of you right now. now. i can't wait anymore. this is torture. seriously. i'm in hell. waiting for you. i just want to shout to this giant crowd of people "how hard is it to make a latte, fuckers?" i love you, coffee.