Quotes About Anguish

...the greatest source of misery in the world, the greatest cause of anguish and hatred and sadness and death, was neither disease nor race nor religion. It was hope.

[Ilse] was suffering so keenly that she wanted to arraign the universe at the bar of her pain.

mnY reason of b"kup, but it hurts moRe when you don"t know evN a single-1.

Every man has his secret sorrows.

Sometimes pus Sometimes a poem. Something always burst out. And always pain.

You're in a bad way! Apparently, you have developed a soul.

The unspeakable is a wound that stays open always, always, and forever.

I fear no farther hell than that I feel.

Those immediately behind number 50 were anguish personified. They let loose an endless stream of foul language and it was hard to tell whether they were cursing themselves or cursing something else. My neighbours and I in the last third of the queue only felt a pang of disappointment whereas those who just missed out on the coupon were like people who see the duck that they had cooked flap its wings and fly away.

Ever since then violent anticipation has always been an anguish rather than joy for me.

The more significance we give our feelings, the more we crave them, and the more we suffer

I'm a lost soul. We do wail.

The utterly empty bottle of his soul.

Murder: The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language defines it as "the unlawful killing of one human being by another, especially with malice aforethought." The mother of a murdered child has a different definition: "The blackest hell accompanied by a pain so intense that even breathing becomes an unendurable labor." I know; I am the mother of a murdered child.

Sometimes I trembled From the horror of my abyss.

In his throat was the bitterness of morning.

With every physical pain my moral fibre unravels a little.

In life there are certain sores which, like a kind of canker, slowly erode the soul in solitude.

Please subdue the anguish of your soul. Nobody is destined only to happiness or to pain. The wheel of life takes one up and down by turn.

Be still my tongue, for i know not what to say; My life is lived in darkness and here i will remain.

The pointlessness of that, the pressure of that, almost got to me again. The waste of it all.

my insides feeling eviscerated

The way back was harder, and no getting around that-no truth I learned struggling back, except that life is struggle. It placed me in some gray realm beyond, a landscape of exertion and anguish. I had nothing left to give, and yet still I had something left it give.

We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.