Quotes About Anguish

If Christ played doubt, so must we. If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the cross, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

a problem of the soul, a heaviness of the heart, a darkness of the conscience

If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the Cross, My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on.

I would nearly go into convulsions of dismay at my stupidity.

It is not atheists who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while. We must all pass through the garden of Gethsemane. If Christ played with doubt, so must we. If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the Cross, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

Sa lei perché la gente ora legge più libri di quanto non abbia mai fatto? Perché la terrificante catastrofe della guerra le ha fatto comprendere di aver la mente ammalata. Il mondo soffriva di ogni sorta di febbri celebrali, e dolori, e disordini, e non lo sapeva. Ora le nostre angosce mentali sono anche troppo manifeste. Leggiamo tutti avidamente, in fretta, cercando di scoprire, passato il disturbo, che cosa c'era che non andava nella nostra mente.

A girl calls and asks, "Does it hurt very much to die?" "Well, sweetheart," I tell her, "yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.

His mood was so black that getting murdered was beginning to seem appealing

We were lost in the deep forest of limbs and muscles on fire, of sweetness and complaint, of choking and anguish, where roots as old as man himself penetrate and are nourished with blood.

How living hurt. Living was an open wound.

Hay algo dentro de mí que duele. Ah, cómo duele y cómo grita pidiendo socorro. Pero faltan lágrimas en la máquina que soy. Soy un objeto sin destino.

To be happy is a great responsibility. Few have the nerve. I have the nerve but with a bit of fear. A happy person is one who has accepted death. When I'm too happy, I feel a gagging anguish; I get scared.

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.

The lightning flashes through my skull; mine eyeballs ache and ache; my whole beaten brain seems as beheaded, and rolling on some stunning ground.

At the first kiss I felt Something melt inside me That hurt in an exquisite way All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, All the secrets that slept deep within me came awake, Everything was transformed and enchanted And made sense.

Nothing more private than pain. It can only involve one.

The only things that merited reflection in the gorgeous young man's eyes were death and destruction—and those alone.

Everybody wants something, if only for the pain to stop.

The day is a fiesta of pain.

distraught. It seems he claims

The mind is its own best torturer.

The silence of the room was shattered with a wail of pain coming from deep within me.

I believe in the lust of the flesh and the incurable desolation of the soul.

My sister thinks that she's the only one who can take poison, but I am poison,' he whispers, eyes half-closed, talking to himself. 'Poison in my blood. I poison everything I touch.