Quotes About Anguish

Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.

I'm just not having a very good time and I don't have any reason to think it'll get anything but worse. I'm tired. I'm hurt. I'm sad. I feel used.

Emily always turned to language to soothe or lessen her distress. The letters could have served as a reminder of the pain she had experienced, but survived. Whatever purpose she had in writing remained a secret known only to her. She never shied away from looking anguish in the eye or contemplating its aftermath. To do so was an act of dominion over misery and resistance to inertia.

I looked down. I was dripping onto the floor, a mix of blood and fluid. I hate it when I leak.

Life was nothing but endless torture. He no longer felt any pleasure watching the sun rise, his every waking moment was sour, ruining the taste of anything that could have brought him enjoyment. As he had never really felt that he was living, he was not afraid of death. He was even happy that, in death, he would find the sole proof that he had been alive.

In trouble to be troubled is to have your trouble doubled.' – The Further Adventures of Robinson Crusoe Daniel Defoe, c. 1659-1661

A barely tolerable world became unbearable.

If love is the best feeling in the world, then why does my heart hurt so much?

Hell's afloat in lover's tears.

I remember a time when everybody I loved hated me because I hated them.

Hell is seperation from love.

It's a heartache Nothing but a heartache Hits you when it's too late Hits you when you're down

I can't carry this in my heart ... for it's tearing me apart

I dont know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every part of my body is broken too.

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, everything made sense.

A mighty pain to love it is, and 'tis a pain that pain to miss; but of all the pains, the greatest pain is to love, but love in vain.

The petulant Cassie began to rear her head more fiercely. She wanted to hurt Red because she was hurting, and it didn't seem fair that she had to hurt alone. She wanted to scream at him and loathe all men through him, because he could never have a child, but he could make a child grow inside a woman and then leave her to die alone.

I looked at her face, gently illuminated by the distant light of the tavern. Even with her brows pulled low and an anguished crease between them, she was beautiful. It was a strange thing to think at the moment. I had deliberately avoided the thought each time I had looked at her before. I couldn't afford such thoughts, but now the word came, unbidden, unrelenting. I

But now here I was, out in the middle of nowhere, unable to help anyone, not even myself. I was crushed to the desert floor, my face ground into the sand. Laughed at. Ridiculed. Betrayed by someone I had trusted. More than trusted. I had cared about him.

The moment was like a tear in the fabric of their love play; underneath, the dark waters of past and future anguish lent poignancy to everything they said and did.

Great anguish lies in wait for those who long too greatly.

The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.

By November, you wish you were dead. You want nothing more. Every day, every fucking day, you run up the steps of the house, breathing hard, swing open the cupboards, thinking: You pitiful little bitch. Fucking cow. Greedy pig. All day, your stomach pinches and spits up its bile. You sway when you walk. You begin to get cold again.

The misfortune! The misery! The . . . whatever is worse than misery!