Quotes About Anguish

It was impossible to explain. The new moon, the snow, the dusky smell of burning logs -- the whole evening had throbbed with some sweet haunting anguish of the soul. The word came to her. Nostalgia--for something that was hers and seemed already passed.

dwellings are prostrate; walls are toppling; churches are falling; sacred things are perishing; laws are trodden underfoot; justice is abused; the unhappy people mourn and wail.

Quiero expresar mi angustia en versos que abolida dirán mi juventud de rosas y de ensueños, y la desfloración amarga de mi vida por un vasto dolor y cuidados pequeños.

El ánfora funesta del divino veneno que ha de ser por la vida la tortura interior, la consciencia espantable de nuestro humano cieno y el horror de sentirse pasajero, el horror de ir a tientas, en intermitentes espantos, hacia lo inevitable, desconocido, y la pesadilla brutal de este dormir de llantos ¡de la cual no hay más que Ella que nos despertará!

Las lamentaciones y los gemidos, los suspiros y las lágrimas son apaciguadas entre tanto por esta horrible palpitación de mi corazón; ¡ah, esta horrible palpitación!

Why, oh why won't she just overdose?

I don't want logic right now. I just want to wallow in misery.

I think to be driven to want to kill must be such a terrible burden".

What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.

?çimizde ?eytan var... Can k?r?klar? var. Nefret var, yalanlar var... Bir yan?m?z bizi çoktan terk etmi?, kaç?yor... Melankoli ve hüsran var...

But among the things readiest to hand to which you shall turn, let there be these two: One is that things do not touch the soul, for they are external to its movement, but your anguish only comes from judgments within. The other is that all these things which you see now are changing and will cease to be, and constantly bear in mind how many of these changes you have already witnessed. The universe is transformation. Life is judgement.

Genius is an infinite capacity for causing pain.

But unshed tears can turn rancid. So can memory. So can biting your tongue. My bad nights were beginning. I couldn't sleep.

Here the children have a custom. After the celebration of evil they take those vacant heads that shone once with such anguish and glee and throw them over the bridge, watching the smash, orange, as they hit below, We were standing underneath when you told it. People do that with themselves when they are finished, light scooped out. He landed here, you said, marking it with your foot. You wouldn't do it that way, empty, you wouldn't wait, you would jump with the light still in you.

But all my love ever came to was a bad end. Red-hot shoes, barrels studded with nails. That's what it feels like, unrequited love.

Oh God. It's no joke. Oh God oh God. How can I keep on living?

a flayed body untangled string by string and hung to the wall, an agonized banner displayed for the same reason flags are.

All she wanted was a breathing space in which to hurt.

because the most terrible emotional anguish known to humans is not knowing.

Sometimes she felt as though she was disappearing, that she was being whittled down to just this terrible feeling, like a sudden aching that appeared all over, not in her body but in her soul.

there is a piece of me missing so big that the pain doubles me over, clawing at my gut...

Adieu! but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart. And who can tell but Heaven, at last, May answer all my thousand prayers, And bid the future pay the past With joy for anguish, smiles for tears?

you have blighted the promise of youth, and made my life a wilderness!

You never get over certain losses, but the anguish part eventually ends, and it all just sucks for a while. There were moments when I understood that there was nothing much I was going to understand or figure out. There was simply the present moment, awareness, impermanence, birdsong, love. There is no fixing this setup here. It seems broken and ruined at times, but it isn't: it's simply the nature of human life.