Quotes About Anguish

Gaunt, without any fever, not cold, not warm, with vacant eyes, without a shirt, the youngster heaved himself up from under the feather bedding, threw his arms around my neck, and whispered in my ear: 'Doctor, let me die.

Sou de pedra. Sou a minha própria pedra tumular, sem nenhum interstício para a dúvida ou para a fé, para o amor ou para a repulsa, para a coragem ou para a angústia, em particular ou em geral; só uma vaga esperança vive, mas à maneira das inscrições funerárias.

The tremendous world I have in my head. But how to free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times better to be torn to pieces than to retain or bury it in me. That's why I'm here, after all, that's completely clear to me.

Precisamos de livros que nos afetem como um desastre, que nos angustiem profundamente, como a morte de alguém que amamos mais do que a nós mesmos, como ser banido para florestas distantes de todos, como um suicídio. Um livro tem que ser o machado para o mar congelado dentro de nós.

This morning for the first time in a long while the pleasure again in imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

but what can be said in the face of blood?

Your indifference is driving me crazy.

my whole being cries out, and am I to smother that cry with my own hand?

God doesn't want me to write, but I - I must. So there's an everlasting up and down; after all, God is the stronger, and there's more anguish in it than you can imagine.

The tremendous world I have in my head. But how free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times rather be torn to pieces than retain it in me or bury it.

You are the knife I turn inside myself

I am dirty, Milena, infinitely dirty, this is why I scream so much about purity.

their heads looked as if they had been beaten flat on top and their features shaped in the pain of the beating

beware of thinking of life as commonplace, if by commonplace you mean monotonous, simple, petty. Life is merely terrible;

who still hadn't lost interest in him and who, with their bulging lips, open mouths, and almost tortured faces—their heads looked as if they had been beaten flat on top and their features shaped in the pain of the beating

Gaunt, without any fever, not cold, not warm, with vacant eyes, without a shirt, the youngster heaved himself up from under the feather bedding, threw his arms around my neck, and whispered in my ear: Doctor, let me die.

Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!

Omigod, I'm so bored I could shoot myself in the head with a knife.

The perfect soundtrack for my personal hell.

wasn't exactly crying, but it hurt like hell to swallow.

I was deeply interested in conveying what is a deeply felt conviction of my own. This is simply to suggest that human beings must involve themselves in the anguish of other human beings. This, I submit to you, is not a political thesis at all. It is simply an expression of what I would hope might be ultimately a simple humanity for humanity's sake.

They weren't penitent over what they'd attempted; their sorrow reached to the limits of their bodies and no further, all their anguish was in their skin.

Hay momentos en los que me parece que no siento nada y que puedo trabajar, luego la angustia regresa con el desánimo.

I have never felt so supremely right in my emotions, not since I took my vows. To love another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection, it is a magnificent task, dear Father Damien, tremendous and foolish and human. I'm sick because I can't eat for the beauty of it, and the anguish is beautiful too.