Quotes About Anguish

I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no longer; and shall cast myself from this garret window into the squalid street below.

It was a godless sound; one of those low-keyed, insidious outrages of Nature which are not meant to be. To call it a dull wail, a doom-dragged whine, or a hopeless howl of chorused anguish and stricken flesh without mind would be to miss its most quintessential loathsomeness and soul-sickening overtones.

A happy heart can walk in triumphant indifference through a sea of external trouble; while internal anguish cannot find happiness in the most favorable surroundings.

Some people are conduits for misery.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is "AUTHENTICITY".

He walked to the grandfather clock and pretended to check the time on his watch, when he wanted to grab the poker next to the grate and smash everything in the room. The children they were going to have. The life they were going to share. Everything slashed and burned in a vicious assault by reality. And her, oblivious to his pain, throwing away their happiness as if it were last week's bread.

The doorbell rang. The glass slipped from his hand and broke at his feet. How long had she been gone? How did one keep track of time in Hell? He might have been in the study for days already, drinking himself into a state. But his servants hadn't returned to gaze aghast upon him yet, so it couldn't have been too long.

Acaso el infierno que le estaba destinado sería peor que el mundo infernal en que estaba viviendo?

Why don't you just shoot yourself in the head now and get it over with?

An ox carcass by Rembrandt seems so utterly butchered as to be agonisingly still alive. A

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

Pain is always emotional. Fear and depression keep constant company with chronic hurting.

If love be good, from whence cometh my woe?

Love is frightened at the intervals of insensibility and callousness that encroach by little and little on the domain of grief, and it makes efforts to recall the keenness of the first anguish.

What a miserable world!--trouble if we love, and trouble if we do not love.

The unconquerable pang of despised love.

Everything is your fault. You made me fall in love with you, and now I'm so upset I can't think or sleep or eat.

What is hell?...The suffering that comes from the consciousness that one is no longer able to love.

Love only brought me lonliness and horror.

She could taste loss in the back of her throat so badly that she could vomit.

Be anxious for nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Is this what he meant? Not exactly. He wrote the phrase in the present active tense, which implies an ongoing state. It's the life of perpetual anxiety that Paul wanted to address. The Lucado Revised Translation reads, Don't let anything in life leave you perpetually breathless and in angst. The presence of anxiety is unavoidable, but the prison of anxiety is optional.

Grief works its way on people differently. Some sulk, or become morose, or weep and scream a vengeance at the gods.

I couldn't distinguish whether I was smelling the clutching sound of misery or hearing the cloying odor of death.