Quotes About Anguish

As someone who struggles with anxiety and cowardice, as we all do, I'm profoundly inspired by. . . . full-on commitment to wonder, to wonder as a response to anguish or difficulty. It makes everything a puzzle, right? A catastrophe is nothing but a puzzle with the volume of drama turned up very high.

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 is sorrow. If you do not see sorrow at first glance, look more carefully. You will soon enough see it.

There is a level of grief so deep that it stops resembling grief at all. The pain becomes so severe that the body can no longer feel it.

People seem to believe that despair is the same as anguish, but it is not. It's true that despair is surrounded by anguish, but at its core, despair is a silent, blank page.

People seem to believe that despair is the same as anguish, but it is not. It's true that despair is surrounded by anguish, but at its core, despair is silent, a blank page.

Lady Baskerville paced up and down wringing her hands. She required only an armful of weedy flowers to make a somewhat mature Ophelia.

My plans for today are to hang about hoping for a glimpse of her, to have my heart eaten away by the thought of her; to feel my blood bounding maddeningly, ridiculously, like a young boy's; to despair; to realise the weight of my misery and hunger with each step I take.

They have no idea what a bottomless pit of misery I am.

A still small voice spake unto me,"Thou art so full of misery,Were it not better not to be?"

She said, "I am aweary, aweary,I would that I were dead!"

O sad kissed mouth, how sorrowful it is!

It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times.

And if you're referring to your anguish, it's just a thing. The shape of a trailor, a wheel, or a knife. Leave the details of your life and find another one.

I only remember that it all hurt.

But there's a pain in lack of reasons.

I already have no point of view except that of the fallen. I have no individuality, because I'm a deadened thing.

I know I sound plaintive. I sound desperate.

I'm hungry, I'm sick, I'm wounded.

How much anguish can you tolerate?

She ached: oh, how she ached. Her soul was like one big bruise.

todos a los que cuidamos y amamos han de morir. ¿Y no es todo nuestro canto un lamento porque todo lo que es verde y bello ha de pasar, como las sombras sobre una llanura, sin dejar rastro? ¿Qué canción, por bella que sea, puede aliviar esta angustia?

I had never loved with such devotion. From what I had seen, it brought only suffering.

What is the matter with these people, these people who won't stop fighting, won't stop hurting each other...?

There's a pain deeper than death...