Quotes About Anguish

Yet even as Beatrice tried to convince herself that her anguish varied greatly from the disappointments the beautiful widow had endured, she recognized the act as a futile attempt to elevate her own suffering to something greater. She wanted to believe her sorrow transcended ordinary misery, that it was in some way hallowed, but in reality it was just sadness, as common as dirt and as familiar as the sky.

On the artillery shells produced in Leningrad, workers stenciled messages to the Germans: "For the blood of our workers," "For our children's anguish," and "For our murdered friends.

They bound me hand and foot; they placed me in a solitary darkness. They put a mask upon my face, with a metal bit between my lips to silence me. They gave me a tongue; and then stopped it up, so they would not have to hear it crying.

It is as if there is no syntax, no grammar, that can contain their suffering. Only a list of things perceived.

Si a literatura musical brasileira fosse vasta, eu não publicaria este livro. Porém muitas vezes tenho sofrido nos olhos dos meus discípulos a angústia dos que desejam ler. Si por um momento eu lhes minorar essa angústia, este livro terá cumprido o seu destino, pois foi isso unicamente o que pretendi.

Those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything at all. The sudden swoop of my stomach, the coursing anger. I was like a fish eyeing the hook.

I was a gray space filled up with nothing. What could I say? One of us must grieve. I would not let it be him.

I felt as if I was dying just to think of it; plummeting through a blind, black sky

Thus, in the huge compensatory ebb and flow of great creative Nature, one tension of human feeling has the power of ejecting, or completely cancelling, another strain of feeling. For the emotional tension of a frustrated passion there is no better cure than to spend an hour or two in the presence of terrible bodily anguish.

I was worse off than even Alison was; she hated life, I hated mysef. I had created nothing, I belonged to nothingness, to the néant, and it seemed to me that my own death was the only thing left that I could create.

I'm in shock now. I'm not believing this, Mitch. This is like a bad dream, only much worse." "And this is only the beginning.

On the second day he was tortured, and confessed to everything.

is like a leaden blanket of darkness—darkness and fear, because you are possessed by dread: a universal dread that clamps like a limpet onto every passing thought. In the depths of an attack, I wake each morning feeling as if I have committed a capital crime and been sentenced to hang. The overwhelming temptation is to seek oblivion, and at the worst, the thought of the ultimate oblivion is always with you.

My brain is sending poison to my heart.

face still had the power to torture him. But

I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.

And for her eyes: what could such eyes do there But weep, and weep, that they were born so fair?

Left to herself, the serpent now began To change; her elfin blood in madness ran, Her mouth foam'd, and the grass, therewith besprent, Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent; Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear, 150 Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear, Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks

Is it true, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer the most? That the strongest wander furthest and most hopelessly are lost? That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain? That the anguish of the singer makes the sweetness of the strain?

An existence transfigured by failure.

To those who despair of everything reason cannot provide a faith, but only passion, and in this case it must be the same passion that lay at the root of the despair, namely humiliation and hatred.

In the intelligent man faith is the only remedy for anguish.The fool is cured by "reason, " "progress, " alcohol, work.

Her heart is broken, her eyes are soakin, it's tearing her apart with words unspoken.

You see that girl staring into space? If you were to ask what's wrong, she would say nothing, when in reality its everything.