Quotes About Anguish

I can't breathe.

O hell, I'm sick of life - If I had any guts I'd drown myself in that tiresome water but that wouldn't be getting it over at all, I can just see the big transformations and plans jellying down there to curse us up in some other wretched suffering form eternities of it - I guess that's what the kid feels - She looks so sad down there wandering Ophelialike in bare feet among thunders.

And I realize the unbearable anguish of insanity: how uninformed people can be thinking insane people are happy, O God, in fact it was Irwin Garden once warned me not to think the madhouses are full of happy nuts. (p. 200)

I feel impossibly sad and like I'll die, what can we do?

Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already.

But anybody who's never had delirium tremens even in their early stages may not understand that it's not so much a physical pain but a mental anguish indescribable to those ignorant people who dont drink and accuse drinkers of irresponsibility.

Poor [Jack Kerouac], his day is so sorrowful and worried, his reasons are so ephemeral, it's such a haunted and pitiful thing to have to live.

Down in Denver, down in Denver, all I did was die.

It was the worst hurt he had ever known.

hurts you.  It is an everlasting pain in you, a wound that does not heal, a knife of flame. 

The two enemies of human happiness are pain and boredom.

The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.

God pity the tortured hearts that will pant through this night! And the agony of the poor wife who has heard that her husband is really killed!

The darkest of all hells resides in ones mind

I wrap my mind around pain till it smothers in its own scream. (101)

Terminate tormentOf love unsatisfiedThe greater tormentOf love satisfied.

He knew the anguish of the marrowThe ague of the skeleton;No contact possible to fleshAllayed the fever of the bone.

Somewhere deep within the tormented man there is a tormented child who feels doomed to torment others!

Even in the moments of your greatest anguish, you often find unexpected blessings alongside and commingled with your losses.

Even the most voluptuous of fast-paced and lace-clad women cannot console the anguish of masculine tears blocked and cries muffled. Broken men try to mask their hurts behind empty emblems of success, but hidden behind those frail facades are screaming hearts bound in a forced silence.

Almighty, I am tired," she rasped. "Tired of broken and stolen lives. Tired of questions I cannot answer. Tired of being what I am not and never wished to be. Tired of tidings that deliver much pain and little relief.

Solo sigo rogando por mí mismo y por el género humano, siempre, siempre con espíritu gentil y la razón serena, para no caer en la brutalidad, incluso ante el empuje de tanta angustia oscura.

Once the fear took hold, I was fucked. I'd never known anything like it could exist: all-consuming, ravenous, a whirling black vortex that sucked me under so completely and mercilessly that it truly felt like I was being devoured alive, bones splintered, marrow sucked.

Few deaths can match the refined agony of being the one left behind