Quotes About Anguish

In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows.

It was the time between the lights when colours undergo their intensification and purples and golds burn in window-panes like the beat of an excitable heart; when for some reason the beauty of the world revealed and yet soon to perish (here I pushed into the garden, for, unwisely, the door was left open and no beadles seemed about), the beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

her soul rusted with that grievance sticking in it

The wind blew, from what quarter I know not, but it lifted the half-grown leaves so that there was a flash of silver-grey in the air. It was the time between the lights when colors undergo their intensification and purples and golds burn in windowpanes like the beat of an excitable heart; when for some reason the beauty of the world revealed and yet soon to perish ... has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

the beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

La bellezza del mondo ha due tagli, uno di gioia, l'altro d'angoscia, e taglia in due il cuore.

It was bad, it was bad, it was infinitely bad!

For the human brain can become the best torture house of all those it has invented.

there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it...

The only consciousness that persists in the hereafter is the consciousness of pain.

el veneno estaba en la herida y la herida permaneció siempre abierta

Szétesése fokozatosan történt, és mindegyik fokozata gyötrelmesebb volt az elÅ'zÅ'nél; az emberi agy ugyanis a legjobb kínzókamra bír lenni mindazok közül, melyeket kieszelt, létrehozott és használt évek millióin át, földek millióiban, üvöltÅ' teremtmények millióin.

A storm of sobs was filling my chest.

I have but followed nature. I am nature's faithful hound. Why then this horror that I cannot shake off?

do not know why I was so tormented by your betrayals, rather I myself know why, but I do not know the words I must choose to make you understand why I was so tormented. Such words do not come in the small size that fits your everyday needs.

the poison was in the wound, and the wound remained ever open..

oh, mi angustia..., ¿qué haré contigo, conmigo mismo?

Pain? He could handle that, no problem; it was the idea that the female he loved was suffering that made him want to either punch something or vomit in the corner.

Maybe you can make art out of unredeemed pain, but only if you're a genius -- Dostoyevsky perhaps.

i am suicidal i am depressed and i wish i was dead evey day but no body sees it or my tears and my scars that bleed

Eres a la vez alma atormentada y demonio atormentador.

T]hat finally is the questions, that is the anguish--to abide in God's hiddenness is one thing, to abide in God's absence is altogether something else.

I felt a clot in my throat, something that wouldn't let language come. ... And there is also a dream I have over and over again, of opening up my mouth and finding my tongue studded with broken glass, so every word is a wound.