Quotes About Anguish

Music is the brandy of the damned.

But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

If I can't have love, if I can't find peace, / Give me a bitter glory.

There can be no peace for us, only misery, and the greatest happiness.

There are robberies that leave man or woman forever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer.

I never will have peace of mind. I'm not constructed that way. Some things in life can be horrible.

At times he felt that he had almost rather not be in love with her, for it brought him no peace. What was the use of it, if it was only going to be painful?

Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.

What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.

Writing poetry is a pleasure,...a pleasure out of hell

Kierkegaard was once asked, 'What is a poet?' He answered that a poet was an unhappy man whose moans and cries of anguish were transformed into ravishing music.

So the starting point and the basis of their liberal wails of anguish always and always is guilt. Guilt, guilt, guilt.

The destruction, it is just very heart-rendering.

There is so much wrong with the world. (tanta stat praedita culpa)

That toil of growing up;The ignominy of boyhood; the distressOf boyhood changing into man;The unfinished man and his pain.

Man disavows, and Deity disowns me; Hell might afford my miseries a shelter; Therefore Hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all Bolted against me. Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers, Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors, I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentence Worse than Abiram's. Him the vindictive rod of angry Justice Sent quick and howling to the centre headlong; I, fed with judgement, in a fleshy tomb, am Buried above ground.

In a fleshy tomb I am buried above ground.

Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.

It was a place if not hell then certainly the room across the hall from it.

Is there nothing,' cried Larka bitterly, 'nothing we can see in life that is too terrible? No horror we can see that will bring peace?

HELL is the numbing of the soul.

El sufrimiento condena a la lucidez.

I have discovered in my long life that there are many words and phrases which have more power than any spell of magick. The most well-known of these is, of course, I love you. But by far the most deadly is, if only. For these two words can strip a man's strength, his courage and his confidence. They become the father of regret and anguish and pain.

Just then someone called his name and he turned and saw the torn and colorless polo shirt, the slacks that couldn't be patched any more. He saw the sunken-cheeked cadaver, the living waste of time and effort that added up to the face and body of his younger brother.