Quotes About Anguish

The passing time is painful. I have lost the art of moving simply, naturally, within it. I am swept back against its flow. Angry, vindictive, it pierces me all the time, all the time with its spikes.

I would almost plead for a pinprick of salvation, to pierce the burden, the damned skin of words wrapped around me.

I'VE OFTEN TOLD children the story of a man who stood before God, his heart breaking from the pain and injustice in the world. "Dear God," he cried out, "Look at all the suffering, the anguish and distress in Your world. Why don't you send help?" God responded: "I did send help. I sent you.

The truth is I'm in a place without a bright side or a one best thing. I'm in a place where, honest to God, you feel you can kill your friends just by asking the names of stars.

wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. There is no word for a parent who loses a child. Lose your child and you're… nothing. —Tennessee Williams

I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.

seizing the swift logic of a woman, Curse God and die.

My God. What's happened?

God is the pain of the fear of death

The wicked will gnaw their tongues for anguish and pain; they will curse God and look upwards. There the dogs of hell, pride, malice, revenge, rage, horror, despair, continually devout them.

God is a specialist when the anguish is deep. His ability to heal the soul is profound...but only to those who rely on His wounded Son will experience relief.

God! how is it that we fail to recognize that the mask of pleasure, stripped of all hypocrisy, is that of anguish?

Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God

Staying with him. Letting him touch you, hold you, GOD. It's eating me alive. You may be keeping Sawyer from hating me but you're only making me hate him

Help me. Please, God help me.

And when suddenly the god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry, uttered the words: 'He has turned round' – she comprehended nothing and said softly: 'Who?

That's the terrible part. I swear to God I'm a madman.

If God was dead, how could I feel this bad?

Good-bye... why am I hemorrhaging ?

Would I were dead, if God's good will were so, For what is in this world but grief and woe?

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.

The happiest is he who suffers the least pain; the most miserable, he who enjoys the least pleasure.

A tranquil conscience invites freedom from anguish, sorrow, guilt, shame, and self-condemnation. It provides a foundation for happiness. It is a condition of immense worth.

Real sorrow is incompatible with hope. No matter how great that sorrow may be, hope raises it one hundred cubits higher.