Quotes About Anguish

I appear at times merry and in good heart, talk, too,before others quite reasonably, and it looks as tho I felt, too, God knows how well within my skin. Yet the soul maintains its deathly sleep and the heart bleeds from a thousand wounds.

Flesh, bodies, nerves, legs… things were getting all mixed up in his mind. It seemed to be filled with flesh, cloyed with the sweetish smell of flesh that is torn open and over which blood is pouring. It was his flesh, their flesh, lying about still alive, but dying, dying so slowly, dying so fast…

They go on like that and I can't understand, really I can't, what it's all about, and yet I feel terrible.

Molly wasn't hope then, of course, and i can't help hating her for not being there.

You know, Benji, I am definitely experiencing severe distress.

I want to say at the outset that I have become ill, insane, as an inmate of the torture chamber behind America's fake facade of justice and democracy. But I am not as ill as I was, and I am getting better all the time. And also, I want to make clear that my reason for starting these notes at a point of personal anguish and suffering is that these experiences marked the end of a corrupt pimp life and were the prelude to a still mauled, but constructive new life.

Prue felt like someone had bored a hole in her stomach the size of a basketball

Melancholia i smutek s? ju? pocz?tkiem zw?tpienia; zw?tpienie jest pocz?tkiem rozpaczy; rozpacz jest okrutnym pocz?tkiem szeregu stopni prowadz?cych ku z?u.

Did you think I wouldn't know you? That I don't carry the imprint of you burned into my skin?" he demanded in a low, furious voice.

Adventure and anguish, horror and heaven were just around the corner, and we did not know.

My world fell away from me. Agony stabbed my chest.

The killing was the best part. It was the dying I couldn't take.

He felt like she was breaking him.

This house…she hated this house and all of the ghosts and pain that were trapped within its walls. Trapped, just as she was.

Theater people say you are either a comedian or a tragedian, and I'm a tragedian. And the vexing, dark characters, the ones where I don't understand their pain or their anguish, they are the characters that appeal to me.

The devoted golfer is an anguished soul who has learned a lot about putting just as an avalanche victim has learned a lot about snow.

Victims always feel alone and helpless.

A photograph can make you feel so many different things. When you look at war photographs of Vietnam, or something similar, it makes you feel anguish and sadness and pain. Then in other moments, when you look at Jackie Kennedy walking down Fifth Avenue, that makes you feel glory and richness.

Rodrigo tried to draw a deep breath, but his chest was too filled with anguish, rage and guilt. He kissed his ash-coated fingers. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you more than life itself." Curling his fingers into his fist, he pressed it against his chest. So, I will surely see you soon…and then, my love, we shall be together in our forever now.

I drop her on the cot and turn away and grab my hair and pull until it hurts. I want to pull all of it out. Every single piece. I want a pain I understand instead of the one I don't. I want a pain that has a beginning and an end, not one that goes on forever and cuts all the way to the bone.

Every available avenue is paved with guilt, lined with pain, and pockmarked with shame.

Hell, he thought, was not a cave filled with fire and brimstone--it was an insurance office.

Je n'aime personne et je ne fous rien, je ne veux pas tenter de me distraire, ou de m'occulter la vérité. La vie est une saloperie, et chaque seconde de lucidité est un supplice.

Et ça jaillit comme dans un cauchemar, je dégueule des litres de vodka, des litres de champagne, mes illusions perdues, les fantômes qui me hantent, et ça gicle sur le bitume noir avec un bruit d'explosion liquide et sale qui se répercute dans ma tête comme la sentence fatale de mon indignité.