Quotes About Anguish

What could they expect from this world, those who sense, beyond the normal limits, life, loneliness, despair, and death?

In vain the West seeks a form of final agony worthy of its past.

For all we tell ourselves about not outliving a stillborn babe, instead of clearing out at the first opportunity, we cling, with lunatic energy, to one day more.

We pursue whatever we pursue out of torment -- a need for torment. Our very quest for salvation is a torment, the subtlest, the best camouflaged of all.

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.

My greed for agonies has made me die so many times that it strikes me as indecent to keep on abusing a corpse from which I can get nothing more.

No autocrat wields a power comparable to that enjoyed by a poor devil planning to kill himself.

An existence constantly transfigured by failure.

Ennui is the martyrdom for those who live and die for no belief

In each man I passed I discerned a cadaver, in each odor a rot, in each joy a last grimace.

Existence = Torment. The equation seems obvious to me

We pursue whatever we pursue out of torment — a need for torment. Our very quest for salvation is a torment, the subtlest, the best camoulaged of all.

La desproporción entre la infinitud del mundo y la finitud del hombre es un serio motivo de desesperación;

Nu am dureri de cap, ci mai r?u: o ap?sare permanent? pe creier, o not? funebr? în spirit.

All thoughts are alike the moans of a worm stepped on by the angels

Ennui is the martyrdom of those who live and die for no belief.

For every discomfort is only an abortive metaphysical experience.

Sein heisst in der Klemme sein.

Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.

When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.

Trópico se vistió de luto un día, fango tomó color de sangre seca, niebla en neblina erré, la mente hueca, gris en el corazón, alma vacía

Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,How could I seek the empty world again?

Terror made me cruel . . .

For each ecstatic instantWe must an anguish payIn keen and quivering ratioTo the ecstasy.