Quotes About Anguish

Still the most intense pleasure's but a splinter of ice on the gallons of lava that gush from my cracked heart.

We are one of the Damned.

Because her name is not Lolita; her real name is Dolores, which as you know in Latin means `dolor.' So her real name is associated with sorrow and with anguish and with innocence. While Lolita becomes a sort of lightheaded, seductive and airy name, the Lolita of our novel is both of these at the same time. And in our culture here today, we only associate it with one aspect of that little girl, and the crassest interpretation of her.

On top of my sorrow, I felt a great shame.

The fruit vendor's anguish set off weeks of nationwide demonstrations against the Tunisian government, and on January 14, 2011, Ben Ali and his family fled to Saudi Arabia. Meanwhile, similar protests, made up mostly of young people, were beginning to happen in Algeria, Yemen, Jordan, and Oman, the first flickers of what became known as the Arab Spring.

Summer's heat had never really arrived, nor the cold in it's turn, and everything living now seemed to yearn for sun with the anguish of the unloved. The world of sensible seasons had come undone.

shambles in her sternum.

Four demons spawned by four different starving hearts.

She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time. How much of it was her fault? That question haunted her.

Roland's heart seemed to twist like a rag inside his chest, and there was a moment to wonder how it could possibly go on beating in the face of this.

What if death drives us insane? What if we survive, but it drives us insane? What then?

Modern Germans were confirmed pacifists. They wanted no mention of the former wars, either directly or indirectly. By and large they were consumed with historical guilt, bleeding their anguish in rivulets of pride.

Pitch black again. Like someone extinguished an angel.

If it were possible to meet the Beloved while laughing and in a state of comfort, why should one suffer the anguish of separation?

Hell is the inability to love.

When the one you love is in love with someone else, don't you know it's torture, I mean it's living hell.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

The most intimate feeling people can share is neither love nor hate, but pain.

What, I ask, drives me to disorder? How can I diagnose myself? All I feel, most immediately, is the most anguished need for physical love and mental companionship -

The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.

Love is something sent from Heaven to worry the Hell out of you.

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

It is precisely our egoism, our self-centeredness and self-love that cause all our difficulties, our lack of freedom in suffering, our disappointments and our anguish of soul and body.

To suffer terribly and to know yourself as the cause: that is Hell.