Quotes About Anguish

Terror made me cruel.

Indragostita de propria-i nenorocire

Ya no tengo ni encuentro palabras con las que pedir misericordia. Baldía y fea como una rodilla desnuda es mi alma. Busco un poema que no encuentro, el poema de un cuerpo a quien la desesperación pobló súbitamente en su carne, de mil bocas grandiosas, de dos mil labios gritadores. A mis oídos llegan voces distantes, resplandores pirotécnicos, pero yo estoy aquí solo, agarrado por mi tierra de miseria como con nueve pernos.

Entonces repetí palabras que antes habían tenido un sentido pálido en mi experiencia. "Sufrirás", me decía, "sufrirás... sufrirás...sufrirás..." "Sufrirás... sufrirás..." "Sufrirás...", y la palabra se me caía de los labios. Así maduré todo el invierno infernal.

Esta atmósfera de sueño y de inquietud que lo hacía circular a través de los días como un sonámbulo, la denominaba Erdosain, «la zona de la angustia».

arrodillarme, yo apoyaba el pecho en el asiento de la silla, tomaba mi cabeza entre sus rodillas y, de pronto, crueles latigazos me cruzaban las nalgas. Cuando me soltaba, corría llorando a mi cuarto. Una vergüenza enorme me hundía el alma en las tinieblas. Porque las tinieblas existen aunque usted no lo crea.

Tribulación humana! ¡Cuantas palabras tristes estaban aún escondidas en la entraña del hombre!

Is that the true, the supreme terror, to discover that I am the wizened youth whose cries no one can hear?

As for gifted preachers, I like a smooth voice in the pulpit as much as anyone. But there are times when I would prefer some gravel, some red-faced stammering, even a little public anguish from a preacher who has tasted the bread of heaven and lifted the cup of kindness and now feels a little drunk for justice.

understand. The families so often live in anguished limbo—not trusted, not informed, not represented in their own loved ones' missing persons investigations. I've worked plenty of cases where the suspicions regarding the family's involvement have been borne out, but my gut tells me Emmanuel and his aunt aren't part of that group.

Pain has a flavor.

wanted her to be alive. I had taken alive for granted. Anguish

To protect my heart, this is what I would have to do with Snow Flower. I couldn't let anyone know I was dying from anguish that she no longer loved me.

Each day of war takes us farther from all we could hope to be or do. We gain nothing but heartbreak, and lose everything we cherish. Our lives erode and diminish, our children see no future except a calendar of anguish and death. Our only hope for tomorrow is for peace now.

Jonas felt a ripping sensation inside himself, the feeling of terrible pain clawing its way forward to emerge in a cry.

He remembered that in the art books he had leafed through at Leader's, many paintings depicted death. A severed head on a platter. A battle, and the ground strewn with bodies. Swords and spears and fire; and nails being pounded into the tender flesh of a man's hands. Painters had preserved such pain through beauty.

When he spoke, a new spurt of blood drenched the coarse cloth across his chest and sleeve.

Put your hands on me," he directed, aware that in such anguish The Giver might need reminding. The hands came, and the pain came with them and through them.

And what is your current complaint? I don't like Barrayar, I want to go home, my father-in-law wants to murder my baby, half my friends are running for their lives, and I can't get ten minutes alone with my husband, whom you people are consuming before my eyes, my feet hurt, my head hurts, my soul hurts... It was all too complicated. The poor man just wanted something to put in his blank, not an essay. Fatigue, Cordelia managed at last.

I believe, she said slowly at last, that the tormented are very close to God. I'm sorry, Sergeant. He

Miles wanted to snap out a sharp rejoinder, but shivered instead. I miss Bothari, too. He had almost forgotten how much, till Ivan's words hit the scar of his regret, that secret little pocket of anguish that never seemed to drain.

Her head throbbed as though gremlins were ripping holes in her brain

He is not coming back. And it hurt.It hurt until she was a mass of pain,worse than it had been when she thought he was dead. More all consuming. Ravaging her insides.

Agora, eu ia arrastado, nesta fuga em massa, para a morte em comum, para o fogo… Isto vinha das profundezas mais recônditas e tinha acontecido.