Quotes About Anguish

the long call, the cry which always sounded like an inarticulate howl of pain.

We have become the charnel house of the Western World.

Mausoleum air and anguished pauses: If this production were a poem, it would be mostly white space.

Pain always produces logic, which is very bad for you.

I've always felt like I needed to experience some type of anguish in order to feel productive as an artist.

It's tough to take, losing the Ashes. It's bitterly disappointing.

I have an enormous sense of having failed in life.

It is proper to ask for sorrow with Christ in sorrow, anguish with Christ in anguish, tears and deep grief because of the great affliction Christ endures for me.

Anguish over the loss of a loved one or feelings of helplessness have complex roots. But in the end, they make you feel bad because they adjust your brain's chemistry. Happiness and its opposite are both electro-chemical reactions; those reactions are temporary and ineffable and could even have hidden benefits.

How can I die alone.Where will I be then who am now alone,what groans so patheticallyin this room where I am alone?

crushing headache.

There's nothing of so infinite vexation As man's own thoughts. John Webster, The White Devil

Strike thought of his own guilty wish that Joan's slow and protracted dying would be over soon. A corpse, however unwelcome, meant anguish could find both expression and sublimation among flowers, speeches and ritual, consolation drawn from God, alcohol and fellow mourners; an apotheosis reached, a first step taken toward grasping the awful fact that life was extinct, and life must go on.

Jesus fucking Christ," said Strike, "is he mentally ill? Of course he is," he answered himself immediately. "Of course he's mentally ill. He wants to cut his fucking leg off. Jesus fucking Christ.

Es esa mierda del poeta herido, del dolor del alma, las gilipolleces de soy un genio demasiado torturado como para poder lavarme. Lávate los dientes, cabrón. No eres el puto Byron

He felt as though his capacity for loving had been blunted, the nerve endings severed. He

If love drove people mad, what would lack of love do?

It was just a story about despair.

One day they led Him up Calvary's mountain, One day they nailed Him to die on the tree; Suffering anguish, despised and rejected: Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He! One day the trumpet will sound for His coming, One day the skies with His glories will shine; Wonderful day, my belovèd ones bringing; Glorious Savior, this Jesus is mine!

Se volvió a mirarnos: ni siquiera había odio en sus ojos, sólo lágrimas y más lágrimas y la aturdida expresión de súplica del animal que ha sido abatido.

I am tired. Everyone's tired of my turmoil.

My mind's not right.A car radio bleats,"Love, O careless Love…. " I hearmy ill-spirit sob in each blood cell,as if my hand were at its throat….I myself am hell;nobody's here.

rent limb from limb, Anthony had been

It is a very painful thing, having to part company with what torments you. And how mute the world is!