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Quotes About Anguish

Initial euphoria would give way to shock, shock to horror, and then, as the killing dragged on with no end in sight, horror to a kind of benumbed despair.
~ Scott Anderson
Tally turned away. Five minutes was suddenly too long to stand here, eyes burning, unable to cry.
~ Scott Westerfeld
The beauty of the world…has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. —Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own (part 3, Pretties)
~ Scott Westerfeld
I see no end to my misery but the grave.
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I often feel that way, I would like to open one of my veins, to bring me eternal freedom.
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Este corazón está ahora muerto, cerrado a todas las sensaciones; mis ojos están secos, y mis acerbos dolores, que no tienen desahogo, llenan de prematuras arrugas mi frente. ¡Cuánto sufro!
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
No es posible salvarte, desgraciado! No; bien veo que nada puede salvarnos.
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I have so much to endure! Have men before me ever been so wretched?
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
O Wilhelm! the hermit's cell, his sackcloth, and girdle of thorns would be luxury and indulgence compared with what I suffer. Adieu! I see no end to this wretchedness except the grave.
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Ach! Er ist tot! Wie dauert er mich! Wie bin ich bekümmert!
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Quel gesto gli lacerò il cuore
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
What man in the world would not find his situation intolerable if he chooses a craft, an art, indeed any form of life, without experiencing an inner calling?… Everything on this earth has its difficult sides! Only some inner drive—pleasure, love—can help us overcome obstacles, prepare a path, and lift us out of the narrow circle in which others tread out their anguished, miserable existences!
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I wander on my way with aching heart; and the universe is to me a fearful monster, for ever devouring its own offspring.
~ Johann Wolfgange Von Gothe
ames ignored it all,though he did mumble to himself once in a while, things like,"Bloody everlasting hell,"and " I'll never touch her again," and once, "God,please," and once more to Anthony directly, "Just take me out and shoot me".
~ Johanna Lindsey
But he that has been always free Can ne'er know the reality, The anguish and the wretched fate That is a part of thraldom's state. A thing, when we experience it, Makes evident its opposite. If bondage he has ever known, Then freedom's blessings he will own, And reckon freedom worth in gold More than the world will ever hold!
~ JOHN BARBOUR
cehennem kavram? -yan?klar?n verdiÄŸi ac?dan olduÄŸu ölçüde- ateÅŸi ve her ÅŸeyi yutan, kül eden bir ÅŸey olarak görmelerinden doÄŸmuÅŸtur.
~ John Berger
When we suffer anguish we return to early childhood because that is the period in which we first learnt to suffer the experience of total loss. It was more than that. It was the period in which we suffered more total losses than in all the rest of our life put together.
~ John Berger
Mountainous, woman not breaks and will bend:sways God nearby: anguish comes to an end.Blossomed Sarah, and Iblossom. Is that thing alive? I hear a famisht howl.
~ John Berryman
I sniff a fire burning without outlet, consuming acrid its own smoke. It's me.
~ John Berryman
No ocean rages like a tortured soul.
~ John Bowring
The torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul.
~ John Calvin
It bore an expression he'd seen before: love poisoned by disappointment.
~ John Connolly
Don't ask us what it's like in that moment when the body skitters away from that stupid sheepy shape of breath. Down here, no one asks. We all died boot to throat. We all went out shrieking some bloody name. ~Danielle Pafunda, "The Dead Girls Speak in Unison
~ John Connolly
Life seemed entirely composed of weeping faces, old men sneaking up bedroom-stairs, tombstones with spittle trickling down, and black-edged calling-cards. He felt as if the First Cause of the Universe were a small, malignant grub, radiating a deadly blight in withering, centrifugal air-waves!
~ John Cowper Powys