Quotes About Anguish

We are overcome by anguish at this illogical moment of humanity.

I would have killed myself years ago if it weren't for the fact that I'm pretty sure death is the only thing more terrible than life.

There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart - an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime

Hell is the suffering of being unable to love.

You will see that the things you desire most are the very things that bring you the greatest sorrow.

There are only three sins - causing pain, causing fear, and causing anguish. The rest is window dressing.

I teach the art of turning anguish into delight.

No torment in the world is comparable to an accusing conscience.

She will be your living hell.

It's okay to cry. Giving in to the tears is terrifying, like freefalling to earth without a parachute. But it's vital to our wellbeing as we process the deep anguish.

sometimes there have been moments when I have perfectly understood the self-portrait called Man Screaming which Egon Schiele painted after his return from Trieste to Vienna, and it has dawned upon me what a nightmare hiatus we all pass through, on the way from birth to death. Surely the only logical response would be to stand on a bridge and scream? But no, self-deception sees us through.

tear-filled eyes. I could handle her tears of pain, and her tears of anger. But these… these tears are from something that breaks me a little.

lo que Shakespeare llamó 'una cama afligida', o 'apesadumbrada', o 'desconsolada': 'a woeful bed

I hate him, too, she shivered. I hate his damned suffering.

When two people part who have loved each other it is as if what happens between them befell in a great emptiness - as if the tearing asunder of the flesh must turn at last into a disembodied anguish.

He pulled the sash down and turned back. Catch my death! he echoed; and he felt like adding: But I've caught it already. I am dead--I've been dead for months and months.

That man touch a hundred? He looks as if he was dead and in hell now!

It seemed to her the diabolical instrument of their estrangement.

The whole thing is so far beyond human measure that one's individual rage and revolt seem of no more use than a woman's scream at an accident she isn't in.

Guy thought of the Greek word agon , wasn't it at once an athletic contest and a style of suffering, an agony?

The conflict was terrible; it was the combat of despair against grief and rage.

Mr Earbrass stands on the terrace at twilight. It is bleak; it is cold; and the virtue has gone out of everything. Words drift through his mind: anguish turnips conjunctions illness defeat string parties no parties urns desuetude disaffection claws loss Trebizond napkins shame stones distance fever Antipodes mush glaciers incoherence labels miasma amputation tides deceit mourning elsewards...

And my heart is a handful of dust, / And the wheels go over my head, / And my bones are shaken with pain, / For into a shallow grave they are thrust, / Only a yard beneath the street,' something, something, 'enough to drive one mad.

Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.