Quotes About Anguish

Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.

I am the self-consumer of my woes;

I think Hell exists on Earth. It's a psychological state, or it can be a physical state. People who have severe mental illness are in Hell. People who have lost a loved one are in Hell. I think there are all kinds of different hells. It's not a place you go to after you die.

The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself.

I don't feel like I make sense in the world. I don't feel like I look right. I don't feel like I act right or do right. It's very frustrating to me that I just walk around with this all the time.

A loss is always frustrating.

No, any great grief, though the grief itself may have gone, leaves in its place a train of horrors, of misery, and despair.

When I lie by myself and remember I begin to have pains everywhere and I think of things that make me begin to scream because I hate them so.

What happens to the rest of something when you smash its heart?

The sin we need to be concerned about is the sin in our own lives. It's the root of all human woe, the source of anguish.

That's your problem, isn't it, Madigan? Too much feeling.

He turned away from her, looking out into the night. Why can't I mourn? he wondered. He felt that every fiber of his being craved this release, but it would be denied him forever.

People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair'.

Kill me, or you are a murderer.

2 November. This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

the poisonous world flows into my mouth like water into that of a drowning man

There are times when my longing for you overwhelms me […] so often I can think of you only with teeth clenched.

I am so miserable, there are so many questions, I can see no way out and am so wretched and feeble that I could lie forever on the sofa and keep opening and closing my eyes without knowing the difference.

The tremendous world I have inside my head. But how [to] free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times [I'd] rather be torn to pieces than rather it in me or bury it. That, indeed, is why I am here, that is quite clear to me.

Oh, plenty of hope, an infinite amount of hope--but not for us.

Gece gündüz, uykuda olsun, uyan?k olsun, vücuduna saplanm?? bir oku ta??mak demek. Çekilir ÅŸey deÄŸil bu.

when I try to write down something like the following, the swords whose points surround me in a circle, begin slowly to approach the body, it's the most complete torture; when they begin to graze me, I don't mean pierce, when they merely begin to graze me it's already so terrible that I immediately, at the first scream, betray you, myself, everything.

Utter despair, impossible to pull myself together; Only when I have become satisfied with my sufferings can I stop.

I am not at peace with myself; I am not always "something," and if for once I am "something," I pay for it by "being nothing" for months on end.