Quotes About Anguish

Shards of glass fell down like lacerated rain

I'd like to go out in the front yard and shout something. "None of this is worth it!" That's what I'd like people to hear.

after a minute, you continue writing. she screams again. you wonder how long this can go on.

I'd like to go out in the front yard and shout something. None of this is worth it! That's what I'd like people to hear.

He looked real sad and lost. And all he said was, 'Help me, please help me.

Aun la desgracia, para que pueda ser verdaderamente desgracia, tiene que contar con un instante de consuelo; de no ser así, ni siquiera tendría sentido como desgracia.

What is it in our world that breeds such howling despair?

I am the father that killed his son, the fine green branch; there is no hand or shelter to help me. I am a raven that has no home; I am a boat going from wave to wave; I am a ship that has lost its rudder; I am the apple left on the tree; it is little I thought of falling from it; grief and sorrow will be with me from this time.

I have at times tried to imagine the despair which leads to suicide, attempted to conjure up the slew and slop of darkness in which only death appears as a pinprick of light: in other words, the exact opposite of the normal condition of life.

between the principle and its implementation often lay some anguish.

have at times tried to imagine the despair which leads to suicide, attempted to conjure up the slew and slop of darkness in which only death appears as a pinprick of light:

But that was too simple: the idea of a man split into two by a dividing axe. Better: a man crushed into a hundred pieces of rubble, vainly trying to remember how they—he—had once fitted together. —

Sabía ya que sólo las viejas palabras servían: muerte, congoja, tristeza, pesar, sufrimiento. Nada moderadamente evasivo o medicinal. La aflicción es un estado humano, no médico, y aunque haya píldoras que nos ayuden a olvidarla - y todo lo demás -, no hay pastillas que la curen. Los afligidos no están deprimidos, sino solo debidamente, adecuada, matemáticamente tristes.

She feels sick. She hates this world.

Everything has a rhythm, Moncrieffe couldn't help but think, watching. The sea, our breathing, our anguish, our love. We couldn't endure the force of any of it all at once.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

Everything seems to be working. Except me. I'm broken.

colin was certain he would feel better once he had gotten some sleep. At one o-clock in the morning he was wishing he could close his eyes and die. By 3 oclock, he thought he had. Colin sprawled out on the bed, face down, with his arms spread wide. Oh yes, death would have been a treat.

Damn it, Lettie. Marry me. For pity's sake, marry me and put me out of my misery.

but back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.

Suddenly, I ripped the book in two. And with it my heart. From the tear my insides came running out like a rotten egg. I became an empty, cast-off skin.

Opravdu straÅ¡ná situace je asi ta, o níž si uvÄ›domujeme, že je straÅ¡ná.

This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.

Well, it's got to be terrible