Quotes About Anguish

A angústia é o equivalente negativo da excitação sexual; ao mesmo tempo, é equivalente a ela em termos de energia.

He felt as though the bones of his ribcage were snapping beneath the weight of the stone that God had laid over his heart.

Those who believe that they believe in God, but without any passion in their heart, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, without an element of despair even in their consolation, believe only in the idea of God, not in God Himself. MIGUEL D

Whatever are we to do about you, baby girl? Huh?' 'Kill me, I guess.' 'That idea has been said already. Got'ny other ones?' 'Help me. Ain't nobody said that idea yet, have they?

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, as sand eddies in a whirlwind.

These wretches, who never were alive.

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.

I hear my silence talked of in every lane; The suppression of a cry is itself a cry of pain.

SALMO 28:8 Dios es nuestro amparo y nuestra fortaleza, nuestra ayuda segura en momentos de angustia.

I sogni sono collisioni di memorie, confondono il dispiacere di aver smarrito una penna con la rabbia di aver perso la propria amata. Creano ibridi, centauri.

And then the roar. That roar. The roar of the end of all hope.

Forgiveness as the response to the inevitability of failure. Suffering understood as part of life. Trust as the other side of anguish. A permanent thankfulness.

Kill me. If you've ever been my friend, kill me.

Newt..." "Do it before I become one of them!" "I..." "KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please." With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

His friend Chuck, stabbed in the chest, bleeding, dying as Thomas held him.

The kind of noise that made your skin crawl and made you press your hands to your ears and pray it went away.

He finally pulled it all back into his heart, sucking in the painful tide of his misery.

A cavity seemed to open within Thomas,widening and sucking the hope out of him.

But happiness had been ripped from their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.

You don't understand, shuck-face! You don't know anything, and you're just making it worse by trying to have hope! We're dead, you hear me? Dead!

La desesperación lo absorbía hacia un vacío enorme que amenazaba con tirarlo a un abismo espantoso.

KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please." With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

sick, Mark. I'm really, really sick. I need to die. I need to die and I don't wanna die for nothing.

I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all … your … fault!