Quotes About Anguish

I hated Darren, and I would have chewed my hand off just to see him one more time.

Theres a hole in the world like a great black pit and its filled with people who are filled with shit

All night long like a moving stain, (The trees are breaking, my son,) The black ghost wanders his house of pain. There is blood where his hand has lain. It is wrong he should wear a chain. (The sky is falling, my son.)

If I weren't so depressed, I'd kill myself.

I can't bear the silent ringing in my skull.

Such as are in immediate fear of a losing their estates, of banishment, or of slavery, live in perpetual anguish, and lose all appetite and repose; whereas such as are actually poor, slaves, or exiles, ofttimes live as merrily as other folk.

Death is inevitable: does it matter when it comes? When Socrates was told that the Thirty Tyrants had condemned him to death, he retorted, 'And nature, them!'. How absurd to anguish over our passing into freedom from all anguish.

I was feeling as though my eyeballs had been scooped out, roughly polished with a sanding wheel, and then shoved back more or less into their right places. My head was full of gray cheese instead of brains.

Oh, gods, gods, why do you punish me? . . . Yes, no doubt, this is it, this is it again, the invincible, terrible illness . . . hemicrania, when half of the head aches . . . there's no remedy for it, no escape . . . I'll try not to move my head . . .

Oh, soltanto colui che è stato vinto sa che significhi questa parola! Essa assomiglia a una sera in una casa in cui si sia guastata la luce elettrica, assomiglia a una stanza sulle cui tappezzerie si diffonde una muffa verde piena di vita insana. Assomiglia a dei bambini rachitici indemoniati, all'olio marcio, a una bestemmia oscena pronunciata da voci femminili nell'oscurità. Insomma, assomiglia alla morte.

B]ut pain doesn't listen to reason, it has it's own reason, which is not reasonable.

he tried to remind himself , don't think about her! don't think about her! he said to himself, i am sick with compassion

We live in a world in which the worst looks as if it is going to happen and the worst often does happen, and yet out of the anguish and waste, love and trust come in new forms.

We speak the love language, they speak from pain and anguish. Some don't love theyselves, so they perception is tainted.

There was nothing more painful than hurting someone you loved.

Nobody's in love with me. I'm so sorry.

What a plague love is!

He was there beside her, yet she was far away from him, aone with her outraged love and her ruined life.

I am the most miserable person who ever lived, " he said... "You are young, and in love, " said Primus. "Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.

Oh God Angel, " he whispered. "There's only one monster here." ~Sade~

This, explained the angel, is hell. The people do not love each other. They only want to feed themselves.

Was it cruel if someone asked for it? Begged for it, even? She always begged. Even now, I could hear her whimpering for me. Christ, those noises she made. A one-way ticket to heaven.

She threw herself on her knees, and raising up her hands, cried the same words in tones which wrung my heart. Then she tore her hair and beat her breast, and abandoned herself to all the violences of extravagant emotion.

The poor wretch was doubtless torturing himself, after the manner of the insane, with needless thoughts of pain.