Quotes About Anguish

No he sido yo quien ha roto tu corazón, te lo has roto tú misma, y al hacerlo has destrozado, de paso, él mío. Y la peor parte me toca a mí, porque aún tengo fortaleza. ¿Crees que me apetece vivir? ¿Qué clase de vida podrá ser la mía cuando tú...? ¡Oh, Dios mío! ¿Acaso te gustaría a ti vivir si te encerraran el alma en una tumba?

She's fainted, or dead,' I thought: 'so much the better. Far better that she should be dead, than lingering a burden and a misery-maker to all about her.

You may fancy a glimpse of the abyss where I grovelled!

Trebao sam se tada znijiti krvlju, toliko je bio o?ajan bol moje žudnje... tolika strastvenost mojih molbi da je vidim barem na tren! Ali je nisam vidio.

It expressed, plainer than words could do, the intense anguish at having made himself the instrument of thwarting his own revenge. Had it been dark, I dare say, he would have tried to remedy the mistake by smashing Hareton's skull on the steps; but we witnessed his salvation; and I was presently below with my precious charge pressed to my heart. Hindley descended more leisurely, sobered and abashed.

E então a encarou de maneira tão detida que imaginei que a simples intensidade daquele olhar estivesse enchendo-lhe os olhos de lágrimas; mas a angústia as queimava antes que escorressem.

It's a pity he cannot kill himself with drink.

There was such anguish in the gush of grief that accompanied this raving, that my compassion made me overlook its folly.

And I am weary of the anguish Increasing winters bear; Weary to watch the spirit languish Through years of dead despair. So, if a tear, when thou art dying, Should haply fall from me, It is but that my soul is sighing, To go and rest with thee.

Then did I check the tears of useless passion- Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine; Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that tomb already more than mine. And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?

Las personas orgullosas no hacen más que atormentarse a sí mismas.

Il y avait une telle angoise dans l'explosion de douleur qui accompagnait ce délire que la compassion m'a fait oubier sa folie.

you have left me so long to struggle against death alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

She, supposing Edgar could not see her, snatched the cloth from my hand, and pinched me, with a prolonged wrench, very spitefully on the arm.  I've said I did not love her, and rather relished mortifying her vanity now and then: besides, she hurt me extremely; so I started up from my knees, and screamed out, 'Oh, Miss, that's a nasty trick!  You have no right to nip me, and I'm not going to bear it.

?udan je to na?in ubijanja, osamnaest godina obmanjuje me ta sjenka nade piju?i mi krv na slamku.

Two words would comprehend my future — death and hell: existence, after losing her, would be hell.

Next morning—bright and cheerful out of doors—stole softened in through the blinds of the silent room, and suffused the couch and its occupant with a mellow, tender glow. Edgar Linton had his head laid on the pillow, and his eyes shut. His young and fair features were almost as deathlike as those of the form beside him, and almost as fixed: but his was the hush of exhausted anguish, and hers of perfect peace.

The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her! Well, Hareton's aspect was the ghost of my immortal love; of my wild endevours to hold my right ; my degradation, my pride, my hapiness, and my anguish-

the ghost of my immortal love; of my wild endeavours to hold my right; my degradation, my pride, my happiness, and my anguish

M-ai l?sat atât de mult? vreme singur? s? lupt împotriva morÅ£ii, încât nu simt ÅŸi nu v?d decât moarte! M? simt ca ÅŸi moart?!

Mi existencia se resumiría en dos frases: condenación y muerte.

Mi existencia se resumiría en dos frases: condenación y muerte. La existencia sin ella sería un infierno

Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it? was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair. And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt.

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?