Quotes About Anguish

I saw my hometown burning that day.

Victory gives birth to hate; The defeated sleep in anguish. Giving up both victory and defeat, Those who have attained peace sleep happily.

There was nothing I wanted to do more than be unconscious again, wrapped in black, gone away. I was raw. I felt swollen with potential tears, like a water balloon filled to burst. Begging for a pin prick.

I was lying in bed thinking about killing myself, a hobby of mine. Indulgent afternoon daydreaming: A shotgun, my mouth, a bang and my head jerking once, twice, blood on the wall. Spatter, splatter.

He doesn't talk to me, he behaves as if the act of talking physically pains him and

It was miserable, wet-bone March and I was lying in bed thinking about killing myself, a hobby of mine. Indulgent afternoon daydreaming: A shotgun, my mouth, a bang and my head jerking once, twice, blood on the wall. Splatter, splatter.

Finger, whore, hollow!

Para empezar: nunca debería haber nacido.

O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone for ever.

He laughed again: the horror of the world lay like infection in his throat.

I'm sick with life, I'm rotten with health.

The dead are more bloody desperate than we can even guess.

And I ask him why he cuts his arms with a razor. Just fo feel. Just to feel something.

Silent screams are the most gut-wrenching of all.

Its a fact of being in love that we often pay no attention whatsoever to the substance of what a lover says, while being intoxicated to ecstasy by the way it's said. I was in love with her eyes, but I didn't read them. I loved her voice, but I didn't really hear the fear & the anguish in it.

Silence is the tortured man's revenge.

the more that I tried to ignore it, the more agonizing it felt.

I knew what it was to feel utterly helpless.

it was the source of a constant and almost unbearable pain.

It was the desolate terror of a man who knows that fate has abandoned him, and death's already inside, stretching and swelling and filling up the life-space that used to be his. It

was sinking in the quicksand of his grief.

They sang of heartbreak, and all the sorrows of loss.

I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.

I felt like things could never get any worse.