Quotes About Anguish

I can't go on like this

stars, Where did such anguish come from?" And the stars tell him, The stars tell him everything.

His anguished mind writhed with contradictions. He was a man of parts and halfs, in a time of wholes and absolutes.

Mis ojos, faros de angustia, trazan señales misteriosas en los mares desiertos. Y eterna, la llama de mi corazón sube en espirales a iluminar el horizonte.

I cannot help it, — in spite of myself, infinity torments me.

Laurette ! Laurette ! Ah ! je me sens plus lâche qu'une femme. Mon désespoir me tue ; il faut que je pleure. ( RAZETTA )

Malgré moi, l'infini me tourmente

they refuse to cry, because they don't ever want to feel again the anguish and the pain they've locked away inside. Abused individuals often don't cry for the same reason.

When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves.

The only pain in pleasure is the pleasure of the pain.

I have never written a play, a story, a poem, or my one film - anything - unless something was troubling me enough, wrecking me, in fact, to drive me back into the absurdity of writing. I do not enjoy writing.

The crimes in my books are committed by people who can't keep it together any more. They do something to express their own pain, and that has a terrible effect on somebody else.

I do suspect that this world is hell.

Like most people, I'm fascinated by characters who are completely flawed personalities, riven by anguish and doubt, and are psychologically suspect.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

Mon cœur, le couteau existent. Mon cœur parce qu'il saigne, le couteau parce qu'il taille ma chair.

hay acaso algo más íntimo o más interior que el dolor?

A time when an exhausted sky sinks deep into the earth and man in his death agony is scorned on both sides.

He felt the sadness of Lucifer.

How can I continue to live, he shouted at high scream under the nave of his encompassing skull,

So there you have it: two things & I can't bring them together & they are wrenching me apart. These two feelings, this knowledge of a world so awful, this sense of a life so extraordinary—how am I to resolve them?

It was not my pain but Ann's. She was crying, frightened. Because I was hurt. She was afraid for me. I felt her anguish. She was suffering terribly. I tried to will away the shadows but I couldn't. Tried in vain to speak her name. Don't cry, I thought. I'll be all right. Don't be afraid. I love you, Ann. Where are you?

He hungered for peace and there was no peace. Terror was his only food.

Your mouth bleeds, and you bleed around your teeth, and you may have hemorrhages from the salivary glands—literally every opening in the body bleeds, no matter how small. The surface of the tongue turns brilliant red and then sloughs off, and is swallowed or spat out. It is said to be extraordinarily painful to lose the surface of one's tongue.