Quotes About Anguish

La Puce Puces, amis, amantes même, Qu'ils sont cruels ceux qui nous aiment! Tout notre sang coule pour eux. Les bien-aimés sont malheureux.

Il pleut mon âme il pleut mais il pleut des yeux morts

Las facciones de mi padre a menudo se me olvidan. Me angustio y trato de reconstruirlas, no siempre lo logro. Su imagen me elude, se torna vaporosa. ¿Dónde tenía ese lunar? ¿A qué olía? ¿Era zurdo o derecho? ¿Cómo era su voz? Años junto a él quedaron reducidos al relámpago de veinte, treinta instantes. La mayoría vagos, confusos, que no permiten armar el rompecabezas completo.

La semana santa propicia despliegues de teatralidad insulsa, tan cara al alma mexicana y a sus conflictos esenciales: la madre gime porque su hijo está en problemas, y los hijos sangran porque los abandonó su padre.

Wherever I looked, there was nothing but drab despair around me, and I had a soul to match, all mangled and torn.

Il mondo intero era ridotto a polvere e cenere; e la mia anima era nelle stesse condizioni.

A child of my own! Oh, no, no, no! Let my flesh perish with me, and let me not transmit to anyone the boredom and ignominiousness of life.

I think they're being cheap with their lives, that's why. So they seem ravenous for the worst thoughts I can have.

La mina está llorando mucho.

Was I bitter? Absolutely. Hurt? You bet your sweet ass I was butt hurt.

Hell is.. Where we leave behind all hope.

Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.

His brain was simmering and bubbling within the cracking tenement of the skull.Flames burst forth from his skull like a corolla,shrieking like voices: -Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell!

Help! he sighed. I feel a strong weakness.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place." ? James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

By his monstrous way of life he seemed to have put himself beyond the limits of reality. Nothing moved him or spoke to him from the real world unless he heard in it an echo of the infuriated cries within him.

bowl of bitter waters.

I have a deep, deep wound of doubt in my soul... And now I am tired for a while, Berta. My wound tires me.

I have a deep, deep wound of doubt in my soul... And now I am tired for a while, Bertha. My wound tires me.

We do not recognize our souls until they are in pain.

You're gonna fall now,' I heard Angel say in a normal voice. I swung my head to see gravely watching an Eraser who looked confused, paralyzed. Angel shifted her gaze to the water below. Fear entered the Eraser's eyes, and his wings folded. He dropped like a rock. You're getting scary, you know that?'I said to Angel, not really kidding. I mean, making an Eraser drop right out of the sky just by telling him to - jeez.

Angel screeched with fury and despair to the empty walls around her. I'm human, do you hear me? It hurts!

waiting in hospitals is as close as we get to being in hell before our time

growled, "And, yes, my heart will break