Quotes About Anguish

There were some things that took life and broke it, not merely into meaninglessness, but with active malice flung the pieces farther, into hell.

A gun would be too violent. A noose would be too ancient. And a knife blade to the wrist would be too silent

Gloria screamed, but nothing came out. She could feel the scream in her throat, but it was clinging there, too scared to climb out of her mouth. Raymond might have screamed, too--he wasn't sure. His face was an exploding red ball--that was what it felt like. His heart was in the middle of his head. He couldn't see a thing.

There are only three sins - causing pain, causing fear, and causing anguish. The rest is window dressing.

I'm a lost soul. We do wail.

Suicide How would I know I don't suffer any more, if I'm dead?

I am either lacerated or ill at ease and occasionally subject to gusts of life

Horrible figure of mourning: acedia, hard-heartedness: irritability, impotence to love. Anguished because I don't know how to restore generosity to my life--or love. How to love?

Miseries of a birth.

The Devil's favorite part of hell.

Because it's still a heartache. And nothing makes you want to die more than that.

This was bad. This was toss-Emma-back-into-the-mental-hospital-bad.

Where was it ever promised us that life on this earth can ever be easy, free from conflict and uncertainty, devoid of anguish and wonder and pain? … The purpose of life is to matter, to be productive, to have it make some difference that you lived at all.

Je tiefer das Gefühl, desto größer der Schmerz.

My misery is reaching epidemic proportions.

The human heart dares not stay away from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

He was as fucked up as a man could be and still be walking around.

She went through the days silent and numb, coming alive only with hatred...

Her eyes were raw, burning with the hell inside her.

Pure hell was living in her eyes.

The ghost accused the widow's new husband of having murdered her old one (himself), leaving Moschion in anguish about what to do. Obviously the rest of the play concerned Moschion's frustrated efforts to get the ghost into court as a witness.

The transformative power of love is not fully embraced in our society because we often wrongly believe that torment and anguish are our 'natural' condition.

Misery is complexity. Happiness is simplicity.

There is winning and there is misery.