Quotes About Anguish

Even the extremely sadness can in the end give itself a break in violence.

It is strange to think that, I won't say liberty, but the mere liberalism of outlook which for us is a matter of words, of ambitions, of votes (and if of feeling at all, then of the sort of feeling which leaves our deepest affections untouched), may be for other beings very much like ourselves and living under the same sky, a heavy trial of fortitude, a matter of tears and anguish and blood.

By an exulting and terrible cry, by the cry of inconceivable triumph and unspeakable pain.

He was sick with lust and mesmerized with regret

You wear out. You see too much. Every breath hurts. The

Ever rising like the souls of the damned seeking salvation," Ariah said to Dirk Burnaby, in one of her rare moments of noticing him. Her fixed, wistful smile made him shudder.)

When we fear we will suffer, we already suffer the things we fear.

This world presses in on us from every side; it scatters fistfuls of our dust across the land and takes bits and pieces of us as if to water the earth with our blood. What did we do? Why have our souls rotted away?

Y por si fuera poco el estar trabado de flaco, vivía si es que todavía vive, aplastado por el odio como una piedra; y es válido decirlo, su desventura fue la de haber nacido.

La tierra, «este valle de lágrimas»

Este mundo, que lo aprieta a uno por todos lados, que va vaciando puños de nuestro polvo aquí y allá, deshaciéndonos en pedazos como si rociara la tierra con nuestra sangre. ¿Qué hemos hecho? ¿Por qué se nos ha podrido el alma?

I feel like hell...I ache all over, but mostly inside.

I am concerned with gloomier matters: the condition of being flesh, susceptible to pain, infected with consciousness and the consciousness of consciousness, doomed to death and the awareness of death. My life stains the air around me. I am a tea bag left too long in the cup, and my steepings grow darker and bitterer.

He's splitting me open, I thought. He'll break me and then I'll die.

The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble.

Along with anger, God makes a second response to our guilt. Anger at the throne is compounded by God's utter anguish at having hoped and been betrayed, at having yearned and failed. The

Reading Jeremiah alone leaves faith in death where God finally will not stay. And reading Second Isaiah alone leads us to imagine that we may receive comfort without tears and tearing. Clearly, only those who anguish will sing new songs. Without anguish the new song is likely to be strident and just more royal fakery.

And I learned soon enough that prayer does not take away bodily pain or mental anguish. Nevertheless, it does provide a certain moral strength to bear the burden patiently. Certainly, it was prayer that helped me through every crisis.

For if I when I speak am unable to make myself intelligible, then I am not speaking - even though I were to talk uninterruptedly day and night...Therein lies the distress and anguish.

paroxysms of weeping.

O Woman! in our hours of ease,Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,And variable as the shadeBy the light quivering aspen made;When pain and anguish wring the brow,A ministering angel thou!

This world that I live in is empty and cold; the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

The pain hits me in thick black waves. I scream loud enough to wake the dead... only it doesn't.

Haiti has become a hell for the poor.