Quotes About Anguish

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

You're tearing me apart!

From ibogaine (a plant from West Africa) helping people overcome cocaine and heroin addiction, to MDMA (ecstasy, ADAM, X, and many other names) alleviating the torments and healing the wounds of posttraumatic stress (along with supportive therapy), to psilocybin reducing the anxiety of patients with advanced-stage cancer, there is ample evidence that, wisely administered, these substances lessen the suffering caused by addiction, disease, and mental anguish.

John: "Poor John. Who says poor John? Don't everybody sob at once! My God, if I went up in flames there's not a living soul who'd pee on me to put the fire out!" Richard: "Let's strike a flint and see.

I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain.

I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like molten lead

the fuck-up from which I would never recover.

But depression wasn't the word. This was a plunge encompassing sorrow and revulsion far beyond the personal: a sick, drenching nausea at all humanity and human endeavor from the dawn of time.

Inside she was dissolving in horror at them both, at how far they had both sunk from honesty of emotion.

I was most upset to hear of its destruction.

Alas, I am struck a deep mortal blow!

It's really very unpleasant. And not being able to say anything to answer back makes it rankle more, if you know what I mean.

His hands were shaking and his face was twitching. He looked a wreck of a man.

An aching vacuum inside her sucking the air from her lungs. She hung her head and wept fiercely, the emptiness inside her growing larger not smaller; she felt as though it would grow so large it would suffocate her just as surely as the sea would have

my venturings had become desperate searches for the sustenance of torment.

The greatest evil is physical pain.

A spiritual voice is urgently needed to underline the fact that global warming is already causing human anguish and mortality in our nation and abroad, and much more will occur in the future without rapid action.

No penance could be more terrible than this. Her very heart was dead.

My heart is pulverized, and I wanna cry.

I used to sit and cry and hold a loaded gun up to my head but I chose a slower way of being dead

Ah! What have you done to yourself my love, asked he. Don't dare to ask! For its your absence that resulted in such despair, said she. Is there any way, I can end this pain and anguish, asked he. Yes, my dear! Seal my lips with no delay, said she with quivering voice. So as you please, my love, followed he.

Ah! What have you done to yourself my love, asked he. Don't dare to ask! For its your absence that resulted in such despair, said she. Is there any way, I can end this pain and anguish, asked he. Yes, my dear! Seal my lips with no delay, whispered she with quivering voice. So as you please, my love, followed he."

The dreams are not torture. They often begin with an elation unlike any I have experience in life. The anguish comes on as I feel this happiness receding, and I struggle to keep it, and lost it, and grieve. Whether I weep openly each time, I don't know. But then I didn't know before how much I might show to anyone who saw me when these dreams take me.

The crowd upon the cross gives anguished roar; A moment terrible to hear.