Quotes About Anguish

Her heart ached as though a knife had quietly slipped between her ribs.

And in her long nights, in her long house of smoke and miller's stones, she baked the bread we eat in dreams, strangest loaves, her pies full of anguish and days long dead, her fairy-haunted gingerbread, her cakes wet with tears.

I am not myself. As you know, better than anyone. You have seen how I am, these last months. I don't know how to explain it, it is beyond any words that I have to describe. But it is as if there is a tempest in my mind, and I cannot see through the murk of it. I cannot think clearly—indeed, much of the time I cannot think at all. There is only a weight in my heart, a formless dread that shapes itself into pain. And then a greater dread of more pain

I am gall, I am heartburn.

No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.

But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me Thy wring-earth right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan With darksome devouring eyes my bruised bones? and fan, O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee and flee? Why? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer and clear.

Het graf gaapt, de tijd zoemt en nergens is redding.

Oh, cruel ennui! It must be by mistake that those who have invented the torments of hell have forgotten to ascribe thee the first place among them.

L'irresoluzione è peggio della disperazione.

E così sentir parlare di quella persona, mi scuote e tormenta come a chi si tastasse o palpeggiasse una parte del corpo addoloratissima, e spesso mi fa rabbia e nausea... Diario del primo amore

Then from anguish, wishing to cry out and trembling, eyes full of doleful tears, I tore myself from sleep. But in my mind remained his vivid image. And in the uncertain ray of sunshine, I believed I saw him still.

He looked as if someone had machine gunned his soul.

He was a sensitive man and many people had caused him anguish.

When the wind and sea are howling there is nothing more terrifying than the call that goes unanswered.

That was the treachery of suffering. It took you to the point from which you thought death must follow, then let you know it could hold you there indefinitely. That was when you stopped fearing death and started wanting it, praying for it, begging for it.

Goodbye cruel world.

I wondered why I was acting so calm. I wondered why I didn't writhe against being inside my own body. If I could rip off my skin, I'd leave it in a bloody, shapeless heap on the floor beside the toilet, like so much dirty laundry. I'd beat my head against the wall until there was nothing left of my face, if it would get me outside of myself.

When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!—

Masensen looked in anguish to right, left, up at the ceiling. "A man," he said, "at the Grand Pomador Hotel. His name — Spock.

but oh, by all the fallen stars, it hurt!

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart.

finding brightness in the shadow of sorrow and suffering, weaving the strands of loss and anguish into a fabric of togetherness.

Ray bent his head toward her, and they smiled at each other, a pair of blissful ghouls in love. I might have felt sorry for them if the continued existence of their relationship didn't necessitate generating incredible amounts of anguish and misery, which I was apparently next in line to provide.

Unrest and pain and sorrow are the shadows of life.