Quotes About Anguish

I didn't particularly want to die but I also didn't at all want to live.

It is not suffering that is precious, but the concentric pearlescence with which we contain it. The raw grit of anguish will never be in short supply. There is enough of it in the happiest life to serve these instructive purposes, and there always will be. We are more sympathetic to Holocaust survivors than to malcontent children of privilege, but we all have our darkness, and the trick is making something exalted of it.

That's what hell means, perhaps, being compelled not just to live but to relive.

The most painful experience is to endure mental abuse and not being able to do anything about it.

Like blood out of a wound, a keening wail rose from the bottom of my heart and ripped through the graveyard. I lowered my face to Hadassah's shoulder and went quietly and thoroughly to pieces.

Admit I find everything strange and foreign. She finds a metaphor for her condition without defining it. It is my concern for happiness that cause me the most anguish. She now used him to perform her own tragedy for herself.

These silences are lacerating.

It feels like I have a raging fever, like my insides are melting. This must be what it feels like the moment before you die.

Ling, my soul you sting, in pain I sing, my coffin you bring.

Until my ghastly tale is told, this heart within me burns.

The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.

Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deadly sick.

What a scream of agony by torture lengthened out that lute sent forth!

At last he had risen to hold forth tragically about the misfortune that it was to be alive.

I married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?

I realize then what hell is. Not a land of fire and torture in the center of the planet, but a land of fire and torture in the center of one's soul.

It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse.

The foundations of my life are crumbling and I'm about to be buried under the wreckage.

People do not smile when they are in hell

Entonces empezó a llorar. No se si era por el dolor que sentía o por el dolor que acababa de provocar.

Boredom is an instrument of social control. Power is the power to impose boredom, to command stasis, to combine this stasis with anguish. The real tedium, deep tedium, is seasoned with terror and with death.

I'm deprived of my children." Wilhelm bit his lip. It was too late to turn away. The anguish struck him. "I pay and pay. I never see them. They grow up without me. She makes them like herself. She'll bring them up to be my enemies

Oh fuck. It's like period pain in my head. It's toothache of the brain.

Sometimes I wake up with such an immense sense of disappointment that I can hardly breathe.