Quotes About Anguish

Tak ada yang lebih menyakitkan dari kepedihan yang tak bisa ditangiskan.

Kyle dumped me for some stripper whore who shops at Wet Seal.

You're tearin' my guts out, Claire.

This morning, at the custodial services meeting with doctor brown, where she informed the staff of Rusty's death, he'd felt sick. Not the usual, slow burning nausea of his life, but a deep, agonizing pain. As if everything were so twisted up inside and out, that there was no escape.

The migraine is a beast from Hell, a bone-crushing, brain-twisting, heart-rending, apocalyptic scourge—an insult to all that's holy.

Those who turn the day into night, the young, the drug addict, the profligate, the drunken and that most miserable, the lover who watches all night long in fear and anguish. These can never again live the life of the day. When one meets them at high noon they give off, as if it were a protective emanation, something dark and muted. The light does not become them any longer. They begin to have an unrecorded look. It is as if they were being tried by the continual blows of an unseen adversary.

I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.

Oh," he cried. "A broken heart have you! I have falling arches, flying dandruff, a floating kidney, shattered nerves and a broken heart!

cri de coeur

Eloi, Eloi, lamma sabacthani?, que significa: Dios mío, Dios mío, ¿por qué me has desamparado? 35 Lo oyen algunos de los circunstantes, decían: Vean cómo llama a Elías.

my insides were ulcerous from coffee and terror.

Death of a part is agony - from "The Red Branch

O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!

Life is a hideous thing.

Youth has the resilience to absorb disaster and weave it into the pattern of its life, no mater how anguishing the thorn that penetrates its flesh.

I did not die, and yet I lost life's breath

Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart.

Boredom is the root of all evil - the despairing refusal to be oneself.

In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life.

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 can't tell you what was different this time around, only that when I woke up, I felt deader than usual. Awake, yeah, but completely empty, like someone had been feasting on my blood.

A terrible feeling of loneliness besieged her, so strong it was almost like physical pain...

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and know that they'll never feel the same way? Probably not. People like you don't have to suffer through those kind of things.

And now I just want to not exist.