Quotes About Anguish

I'm only interested in stories that are about the crushing of the human heart.

I loved you!" he yelled. He jumped up out of his chair so quickly I never saw it coming. "I loved you, and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up.

I felt my heart breaking all over again. Why? Why had this happened to us? Why was the universe so cruel?

I loved you and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me.

When I reached the end, I was sobbing, all the love and rage and anguish I'd been holding onto since that night on the bridge exploding out of me.

Central to their trust that all would be reconciled was the belief that untold masses of people suffering forever doesn't bring God glory. Restoration brings God glory; eternal torment doesn't. Reconciliation brings God glory; endless anguish doesn't. Renewal and return cause God's greatness to shine through the universe; never-ending punishment doesn't.

I'VE never seen such a look of mortal agony on a human face before. She screamed quite a bit before she died, and the last shriek was forever frozen on her face.

She is furious with herself for her own stupidity. Opening herself up like this, voluntarily, to a lifetime of worry and anguish. It was madness. Sheer lunacy. A spectacularly foolish and baseless faith, against enormous odds, that a world you do not control will not take from you the one thing you cannot bear to lose. Faith that the world will not destroy you.

Thinking of the anguish of his final days and my own helplessness in the face of it, makes everything I have done, everything I want to do, seem as unsubstantial as the little vows you make yourself as you're going to sleep, the ones you've already forgotten by the time you wake up.

I wished I could open my veins and drain his cursed blood from my body.

felt as though I had been the one cuckolded.

the flip side of being spared was the agony of wondering who hadn't.

Thinking of him, of the anguish of his final days, and my own helplessness in the face of it, makes everything I have done, everything I wanted to do, seem as unsubstantial as the little vows you make yourself as you're going to sleep, the ones you've already forgotten by the time you wake up.

I was scarcely aware of the angry hands scratching and pulling at me from all directions. Instead, I closed my eyes and wished silently for death to free me.

Never had I beheld such despair.

bleak territory of the heart.

Es una vergüeza, ¿sabe usted? Es una vergüeza vivir. La nada era tranquila y buena. En calma, apacible e ignorada, giraba en su bondad. Entonces also se movió, brotaron malas convulsiones ¿Qué demonio era el causante? ¿Qué diablo empujó la nada dándole vida? ¿De qué se vengaba? ¿Por qué deben pensar los condenados a la vida? Es una enfermadad , una horrenda maldición...

Io ridevo, ridevo e mi battevo sulle ginocchia, ridevo come un invasato. E non un suono mi usciva dalla gola, la mia risata era tisica e silenziosa, mi sgorgava dal cuore come un pianto.

Lord God, I feel so wretched! Lord God, I feel so wretched

Doona bring me back to life only to destroy me once more.

Doona bring me back to life only to destroy me once more." The

The bitterest kind of heartache—the ache that burns and gnaws and cannot wash itself away in ready tears.

You use to drive me wild, but lately you get your kicks from just knocking me down, down, down.

Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.