Quotes About Anguish

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

Writing books is a suicidal profession. No other demands as much time, as much work, as much dedication, by comparison with its immediate benefits. I don't think many readers finishing a book ask themselves how many hours of anguish and domestic calamities those two hundred pages have cost the author or how much he received for his work …

I felt the reckless abandon of one who knows she stands already among the damned. "Why not, then, another sin?

Thou hast added insult to injury.

Of all calamities this is the greatest.

It is a misery to be born, a pain to live, a trouble to die.

This is the worst pain a man can suffer: to have insight into much and power over nothing.

I have sat through an Italian opera, til, for sheer pain, and inexplicable anguish, I have rushed out into the noisiest places of the crowded street, to solace myself with sounds which I was not obliged to follow and get rid of the distracting torment of endless, fruitless, barren attention!

The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.

In durance vile here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

My punishment is greater than I can bear.

Riots are the voices of the unheard.

There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

The four most miserable years of my life . . .

Kad bi se sakupila i ujedno sabrala li?na ose?anja gneva, protesta, ga?enja i ogor?enja sa kojima su ljudi pojedinci umrli, uzalud dozivaju?i pravdu i zaštitu - kad bi tako nešto bilo mogu?no - bila bi to velika snaga, divan prizor, i uteha ljudskom duhu zauvek. Nažalost, to je nezamislivo i neizvodljivo. Svak umire u tami i teskobi svoga o?ajavanja, a ve?ina sa ose?anjem uzaludnosti svojih najboljih težnja i napora.

Bojao sam se i krvi koju sam ?uo kako bije u mom ru?nom zglobu jer me je uvjeravala da živim, a to je bilo isto što i patnja.

In the journal of my misery, each sorrow competes for the first place in length and strength.

I am now no more than a pile of blood, bone and meat that is unhappy.

There was pain, and then there was PAIN. This was PAIN -Vishous

I can't… I find that I can't concentrate. On anything. I can't really…" Rhage's eyes drifted to Zsadist. "How do you live with it? All the anger. The pain. The…

Fuuuuuuck......No'One....

You're just too mean to find a grave and lie down"-Tohr to Wrath.

Shh," he cut in. "No…talking. I can't…No talking.

This shit between them was killing them both, but they were stalled out. Unable to make things work; unable to let things go. It was a mess.