Quotes About Anguish

La vida es mi tortura y la muerte será mi descanso.

O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

O,speak to me no more;these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!) — William Shakespeare hamlet

O shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!

Now is a time to storm; why art thou still? TITUS ANDRONICUS: Ha, ha, ha! MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour. TITUS ANDRONICUS: Why, I have not another tear to shed:

There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.

But I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like moulten lead.

Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

Tell me, sweet lord, what is 't that takes from thee Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth And start so often when thou sit'st alone? Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks And given my treasures and my rights of thee To thick-eyed musing and curst melancholy?

I am to wait, though waiting so be hell. Sonnet 58.13

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones!

One woe doth tread upon another's heel. So fast they follow.

think our country sinks beneath the yoke. It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds. I

No, coz, I rather weep. - Benvolio

This was the most unkindest cut of all;

Bah! querido, un fuego sofoca a otro fuego, un dolor se aminora por la angustia de otro dolor: hazte mudable y busca remedio en la contraria mudanza; cura una desesperación con otra desesperación, haz que absorban tus ojos un nuevo veneno y el antiguo perderá su ponzoñosa acritud.

I had now reached that phase of the disorder where all sense of hope had vanished, along with the idea of a futurity; my brain, in thrall to its outlaw hormones, had become less an organ of thought than an instrument registering, minute by minute, varying degrees of its own suffering.

It is a positive and active anguish, a sort of psychical neuralgia wholly unknown to normal life.

On Major Depression, quoted by the great William Styron of Sophie's Choice & Darkness Visible: From Darkness Visible, William Styron It is a positive and active anguish, a sort of psychical neuralgia, wholly unknown to normal life.

I fell onto the bed and lay gazing at the ceiling, nearly immobilized and in a trance of supreme discomfort. Rational thought was usually absent from my mind at such times, hence trance. I can think of no more apposite word for this state of being, a condition of helpless stupor in which cognition was replaced by that "positive and active anguish." And one of the most unendurable aspects of such an interlude was the inability to sleep.

I was feeling in my mind a sensation close to, but indescribably different from, actual pain.

When indecision's in the heart The soul is bound to grieve and smart.

Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression.