Quotes About Anguish

If there's one good thing about terror, Lydia now understands, it's that it's more immediate than grief. She knows that she will soon have to contend with what's happened, but for now, the possibility of what might happen still serves to anesthetize her from the worst of the anguish.

I had learned a fundamental truth about killing: The victim's anguish is brief and fleeting, but the murderer's endures forever.

Nicicând pl?cerea nu adusese cuiva at?ta durere.

Is there anything more horrible than death?

Nothing's free in this world. Pain is.

His face was pure pain.

They were suffering from a diminished heart, a diminished soul.

I confess, without shame, that I am sick and tired of fighting—its glory is all moonshine; even success the most brilliant is over dead and mangled bodies, with the anguish and lamentations of distant families, appealing to me for sons, husbands and fathers….Tis only those who have never heard a shot, never heard the shriek and groans of the wounded or lacerated…that cry aloud for more blood, more vengeance, more desolation.

I won't say the pain was indescribable, since there are plenty of good descriptive words: excruciating, agonizing, unbearable, and so on.

I am going to make you hurt so badly you'll wish your mother had been skinned alive by your father before they had a chance to conceive you.

Sometimes I feel as if we live in hell and don't even realize it. The lacerations are endless. The lies we accept, the rituals we perform. All these useless acts.

The trouble is, I am not at peace with myself; I am not always something, and if for once I am something, I pay for it by being nothing for months on end.' —Kafka, quoted by Canetti

the torturer scores a victory over his victim when the latter, in the grip of doubt, begins to torture himself.

It was a destructive novel of acquired ideas. To finally wake up in a state of creative anguish, to lose oneself in order to find oneself again, to sleep in the arms of a beautiful student whose name one didn't know, to fall back to sleep over a love poem-that was called existence. The harmonics of artistic creation, of fertile sensibility, of anticipated events-history in movement-that was called a privilege.

you should know that the dead, because they are no longer free, are no longer able to suffer. Only the living can.

And I realize that my fear has left me. Not a trace of panic any more. I don't have to save the little girl with the golden hair, she's already dead. The anguish oppressing me for months lifts. I feel strangely relieved. 'And liberated.' T

One more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. One less reason to live." They were torturing him, and he didn't see a reason to live anymore how much pain and suffrage he's going through.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

She put her hand over her heart. Oh boy. It hurts. It's a real pain. Right here.

Now he understood. After a while, pain simply stopped. It was as though your mind was able to create a firewall beyond which it would not let you venture. You had to have a break from your anguish, or you'd go crazy. It was the psychological equivalent to fainting when physical pain became overbearing.

I'm sorry! It's just that it hurts so much and it never stops!

It's all broken glass inside me, she once wrote in her journal, when she was in high school. I breathe, and I cut myself.

When a situation is making you truly miserable, it's difficult to say that you are merely unhappy. There seems to be nothing mere for instance, about crying for months on end, or feeling that you are being buried alive within your own home.

Do you think you are the only one to suffer? Read your bible, child; this world is not a paradise but a vale of tears. Do you think God made an exception for you? Look around you, what do you see? All is anguish. Everywhere you turn there is sorrow. If you do not see sorrow at first glance, look more carefully. You will soon enough see it.