Quotes About Anguish

I glance at Jax. He looks worried. So does Ollie. Hayley looks pained.

Is this what love feels like?" he whispered to her. "I don't like it, my Beth. It hurts too much.

Is this what love feels like?" he whispered to her. "I don't like it, my Beth. It hurts too much.

It's turning out to be a bad day, a day when the sun feels like teeth.

It's turning out to be a bad day, a day when the sun feels like teeth.

I felt... numb wasn't the right word. My mouth was too dry. My heart was beating too fast. I hurt, but it felt like I was hurting from a distance.

People across history speak of being haunted by suicides and tempted by them toward the grave.

There are different ways to die. There's jumping off a roof and there's slowly poisoning yourself with the flesh of another every single day.

Suddenly I'm having one of those moments that you have after losing someone—when you feel as if you've been kicked in the stomach and all your breath is gone, and you might never get it back. I want to sit down on the dirty, littered ground right now and cry until I can't cry anymore.

True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

Nothing could be more heart rending than this mute and motionless dispair

He knew that, from now on, every day would be alike, that they would all bring the same sufferings. And he saw the weeks, the months, the years that awaited him, gloomy and implacable, coming one after the other, falling on him and suffocating him bit by bit. When the future is without hope, the present takes on a vile, bitter taste.

A horribly bitter taste came into his mouth: the futility of everything, the eternal pain of existence.

Speculation, speculation!' she [Caroline Hamelin] mechanically repeated, struggling with her doubts. 'Ah! the idea of it fills my heart with disturbing anguish.

On May 5, 1896, he wrote in his diary; "I have no longer anything to say; everything is alike in its horrible cruelty.

Pero es que no ve lo que estoy sufriendo?... Que estupidez, ¿verdad? ¡Sufro como un niño!

When the future is without hope, the present tastes appallingly bitter.

All at once, she had fallen into the most extreme wretchedness: that of believing that one is not loved.

L'idée de la mort, jetée avec désespoir entre deux baisers, revenait implacable et aiguë.

Oui, tout son mal venait de ce rire qu'il avait bu.

The house beneath slumbered in unbroken stillness. The silence filled his ears with a hum, which grew into a sound of whispering voices. Slowly and irresistibly these voices mastered him and increased the feeling of anxiety which had almost choked him several times that day. What could be the cause of such mental anguish? What could be the strange trouble which had slowly grown within him and had now become so unbearable? He had not fallen into sin.

Oh, Justice, what frightful despair oppresses our hearts!

I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.

Existence, after losing her, would be hell