Quotes About Anguish

I had a cigarette," Case said, looking down at his white-knuckled fist. "I had a cigarette and a girl and a place to sleep. Do you hear me, you son of a bitch? You hear me?

Not hungry,' Case managed. His brain was deep-fried. No, he decided, it had been thrown into hot fat and left there, and the fat had cooled, a thick dull grease congealing on the wrinkled lobes, shot through with greenish-purple flashes of pain. 'You

You wouldn't care if I was dead. Nobody'd care. That's all you want, just my damned body, not me. Nobody wants me, just my damned body. And I'm damned and you're damned with your cock and your cleverness and your chemistry-

You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.

aaron would not come out aaron entered into agony.

Aw shit,' I said and I started to cry.

Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it might cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it. . . .

He is unable to think in words. The shells begin once again to pound the water around him, to make it into a bloody broth of metal and the dead.

To see a loved one in pain is more wrenching than to bear that pain yourself.

Rage rises up in me until my whole body is scorched, for some kinds of burning don't require a fire. Not a word of love, not a word of apology for the sorrow he has caused me. Not a word about the unjust and cruel way in which he sent me away. He hasn't even called me by my name.

I can still see her face -- The sorrow in her eyes, her voice, as she condemns me. I didn't know it was possible to feel such shame. To feel so sick at heart. I'm lost inside, my soul -- all that I thought I was, and am, and ever will be -- shattered, cast to the winds. Compared to this, death is a mercy.

There was extraordinary pain behind the ordinary nouns.

Time's an unsealed envelope and crime's a metaphor for anguish, private symphonies of intensity exploding in the dark.

In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life.

Help me. Please, God help me...

I..." She clutched at Walter's shirtfront. "I don't know! There was no one! No one!

As they stood there, anguished wails continued to come from within.

My heart is shattered, an all that's left are jagged shards.

I saw my entire life a waste, a desert of shame and unspeakable sorrow, and behind me, a suicided wife!

His pain is too great for tears. Some pain is so great that tears are powerless.

Ich weine, wissend, daß Tränen eines Säufers nicht zählen, kein Gewicht haben- und ich spüre etwas, das ich nicht Gewissensbisse, sondern einfach Schmerz nennen möchte.

Oh God, what's wrong with me? Why does nothing ever work out?

ran into my old room, sat on the little bed and hugged my knees, pain worming around inside my chest like a thing with a million tiny teeth and claws.

No hay más infierno que el furor de vivir.