Quotes About Anguish

the most abject and miserable creatures I have any where beheld.

ground up into dingy gray, flushed down into the sewer in a mess of shit and piss. Something goes hot and liquid behind his eyes.

No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

kami coba simpan nestapa... kami coba kuburkan duka lara... tapi perih, tak bisa sembunyi. Ia menyebar kemana-mana...

I am the wound and the knife! I am the slap and the cheek! I am the limbs and the rack, And the victim and the executioner! I am the vampire of my own heart.

I am the wound and the knife!I am the blow and the cheek!I am the limbs and the wheel—The victim and the executioner!

Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguish, and one which, because of its very catholicity, grants full liberty to the individual and asks no better than to be celebrated in each man's own language - so long as he knows anguish and is a painter.

Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

You know, there's something heartsick about parties like this. Look at us. We're all pretending to be smart, as if intelligence were the cure for our anguish.

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

You deepen the injury. It is sufficient already.

No rest, no peace. Incessant torture of remorse.

karars?zl?klar içinde bocalayarak ne anlat?lmaz i?kenceler çektim, Ulu Tanr?m! Aylarca her ak?am kendi sorular?m?, "Hay?r," diye yan?tlad?m; gene de ertesi sabah kendi kendime ayn? konuyu tazeleyip ayn? sorular? sormaktan kendimi alamad?m.

Our worst pain is confined within our own skin.

Tinha o coração grosso, queria responsabilizar alguém pela sua desgraça.

The end of the world hurts like a bitch.

You, man, who read these lines, they are written to you by a brother who has suffered much. My thoughts are wrung from the deepest distress, yet still they try to find expression. O, that you could and would understand me! Some people are capable of deep, heartfelt, self-sacrificing love, yet the only possible object of their love is a person of their own sex. There are said to be such women, and I know that such men exist. I myself am such a man. These confessions contain a life of anguish.

Shoes were invented by the Sith to keep our delicate toes in anguish and misery, I'm sure of it." -Tahiri Veila (Edge of Victory: Conquest)

Dying, she thought, is the only way out of what is happening to me.

Someone was going to want to say, I'm fucked.

YOUNG WOMAN: Time is altered, the years to came are altered You know where you will find me I, fear, I, death I, the memory beyond reach I, the recollection of the tenderness of your hands I, the sadness of our broken life I will defeat "it's not my concern" with my anguish

YOUNG WOMAN: Time is altered, the years to come are altered You know where you will find me I, fear, I, death I, the memory beyond reach I, the recollection of the tenderness of your hands I, the sadness of our broken life I will defeat "it's not my concern" with my anguish

Now you stride alone through the Paris crowds Busses in bellowing herds roll by Anguish clutches your throat As if you would never again be loved In the old days you would have turned monk With shame you catch yourself praying And jeer your laughter crackles like hellfire Its sparks gild the depths of your life Which like a painting in a dark museum You approach sometimes to peer at closely