Quotes About Anguish

It is painful to see someone suffering what you must be suffering- watching someone you love be so cruelly hurt.

Mr. Solomon was right the worst kind of torture is watching someone you love get hurt.

He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips.

Yes," I said, "for the love of God!

Love is a hell you cannot bear.

Love hurts." Oh, shut UP!" - pg 123

If love drove people mad, what would lack of love do?

Hell is not to love anymore.

Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important--his heart or his head, and it was throbbing.

Pink ribbon scars That never forget I've tried so hard To cleanse these regrets My angel wings Were bruised and restrained My belly stings

A trifle consoles us, for a trifle distresses us.

Man's greatness comes from knowing he is wretched.

There's no liquor in the land that can stop your brain from bleedin

And, peering into those dark gulfs, Empty, without beginning or end, And sweating blood, he prayed to his Father That this cup of death might pass.

There must be no concealment, she said. Alas! We have had too much already. And besides there is nothing in all the world that can give me more pain than I have already endured, than I suffer now!

Don't ask me those questions! Don't ask me what life means or how we know reality or why we have to suffer so much. Don't talk about how nothing feels real, how everything is coated with gelatin and shining like oil in the sun. I don't want to hear about the tiger in the corner or the Angel of Death or the phone calls from John the Baptist.

Emptiness and boredom: what an understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair, and depression.

Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.

This is torment for me, Eva. I can't focus. I can't sleep. I lose my temper at the slightest irritants. I'm in hell without you.

y acabé triste, desesperada y aterradoramente enamorada.

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

Good to know that if I ever need attention all I have to do is die.

The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.

Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.