Quotes About Anguish

I don't hate you because you left. I hate you because you pretended that you wouldn't...

That moment when you can actually feel the pain in your chest from seeing or hearing something that breaks your heart.

Wiping away these invisible tears that have been hiding behind this smile for all of these years everything that you've known about me has all been a lie cause the girl that you think is happy is wishing to die.

Roses are dull, violets are crying, on the outside I'm happy... But on the inside I'm dying.

I honestly hate you. You didn't do anything wrong, it's just it hurts. It hurts to love you. So I've decided I hate you.

Before I would've taken a bullet for you, now I want to pull the trigger.

You can't stop me from falling apart, because my self-destruction is all your fault.

You will never know the pain I felt. You will never know the tears I've experienced. You will never know that your love made me melt. You will never know because you're the one who caused all of it.

I'm not mad, I'm hurt. There's a difference...

That feelin when the one you love is in love with someone else.... it's a living hell.

The greatest pain in life is to be ignored, to lose the person you love to someone who doesnt care at all.

That moment when you are completely falling apart and nobody notices...

The loneliest moment in someones life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

Being lonely is more painful than getting hurt.

I should have never cared. But I did care. I cared a lot. And I still fu..ing care.

He is a connoisseur of pain.

Adesso ogni minuto era una goccia di sangue e amore che andava persa.

Il dolore più grande è quello di chi viene lasciato da solo sulla terra.

La pena creció en mi interior hasta que estuvo a punto de ahogarme. «Su muerte». Solo de pensarlo me sentía morir, caía en picado a través de un cielo absolutamente negro.

Después hicieron acto de presencia las lágrimas, y se derramaron, y las constelaciones se pusieron a girar sobre nosotros, y la luna empezó a trazar su fatigoso curso. Yacimos acongojados e insomnes mientras transcurrían las horas.

Había contemplado la muerte en pinturas y en los tapices, y también en las figuras negras de las hidrias, pero jamás había visto la vibración del estertor, el ahogo, la desesperación. El olor a sangre.

I lay back and tried not to think of the minutes passing. Just yesterday we had had a wealth of them. Now each was a drop of heartsblood lost.

She thinks, This cannot happen, it cannot, how will we live, what will we do, how can Judith bear it, what will I tell people, how can we continue, what should I have done, where is my husband, what will he say, how could I have saved him, why didn't I save him, why didn't I realise that it was he who was in danger? And then, the focus narrows, and she thinks: He is dead, he is dead, he is dead.

There is so much to do in an family this size, so much to see, so many people needing so many differnt things. How easy is it, Agnes thinks, as she lifts the plates, to miss the pain and anguish of one person, if that person keeps quiet, if he keeps it all in, like a bottle stoppered too tightly, the pressure inside building and building, until - what? Agnes doesn't know.