Quotes About Anguish

But war is pain, and hate is woe.

And heaved and heaved, still unrestingly heaved the black sea, as if its vast tides were a conscience; and the great mundane soul were in anguish and remorse for the long sin and suffering it had bred.

Ah, God! what trances of torments does that man endure who is consumed with one unachieved revengeful desire.

In an instant's compass, great hearts sometimes condense to one deep pang, the sum total of those shallow pains kindly diffused through feebler men's whole lives.

Sueños nocturnos agotadores e intolerablemente vívidos, que, volviendo a tomar sus más intensos pensamientos a lo largo de día, los llevaban adelante entre un entrechocarse de frenesíes, dándoles vueltas como un torbellino en su cerebro llameante (...) se le convertía en angustia insufrible (...) demonios malditos le incitaban a dejarse caer entre ellos; cuando ese infierno de su interior se abría como un bostezo debajo de él.

Hay una sabiduría que es dolor; pero hay un dolor que es locura.

Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad.

what trances of torments does that man endure who is consumed with one unachieved revengeful desire.

The most painful anguish that mortals suffer is to understand a great deal but to have no power at all.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

For of all creatures that breathe and creep about on the earth, there is none so miserable as man.

We men are wretched things

Far from the hateful cause of all his woes. Neleus his treasures one long year detains, As long he groan'd in Philacus' chains: Meantime, what anguish and what rage combined For lovely Pero rack'd his labouring mind!

Pero aquel que se siente tocado por mi lanza no tarda en expirar. Su esposa se desgarra las mejillas, quedan sus hijos huérfanos y enrojece él la tierra con su sangre, y se corrompe, y hay en torno suyo más aves de rapiña que hembras gemebundas

There is nothing worse than a man in the throws of an ether bender.

We are not a nation of truth-lovers. McGovern understands this, but he keeps on saying these terrible things anyway… and after watching him in New Hampshire for a while I found myself wondering—to a point that bordered now and then on quiet anguish—just what the hell it was about the man that left me politically numb, despite the fact that I agreed with everything he said.

it is an ocean of burning oil I am cast adrift upon, no sea's repose; I pass from waking agonies… to the semiconscious trance of torment in which the smaller, earlier, deeper rings of the brain know only that the nerves scream, the body aches, and there is no one to turn crying to for comfort.

Tears of forlornness and self-pity welled out of his eyes.

People around me died, usually in horrible and bloody ways.

I was always very depressed, even when I was a youngster.

I have designed my style pantomimes as white ink drawings on black backgrounds, so that man's destiny appears as a thread lost in an endless labyrinth. I have tried to shed some gleams of light on the shadow of man startled by his anguish.

My body grew hot, then cold. I tried to eat the bed sheets. My heart beat madly. Every joint in my body ached. When I took the cure they took it all away from me.

This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape.

A trifle consoles us, for a trifle distresses us.