Quotes About Anguish

the most wretched of sights, the just-crushed spirit.

Era o odor composto pelos materiais do edifício em chamas, por corpos queimados e por vampiros em desintegração. Era o cheiro do ódio.

Wertheimer was afraid of losing his unhappiness and killed himself for this and no other reason, I thought, with

To exist means nothing other than we despair . . .

La muerte me muerde sencillamente en el alma y me deja tendido.

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O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!

Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it. Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come within.

you have torn my life all to pieces.. made me a victim, a caged bird!

and when he awoke it was as if he had awakened in hell. It WAS hell—the hell of conscious failure

What depressed you? Life.

what only hurts me now would torture and kill me then!

Ah, a time of his life shall come when he will have to repent, and think wretchedly of the pain he has caused another man; and then may he ache, and wish, and curse, and yearn—as I do now!

Herr Bosch was purple nosed; the oxygen which by rights belonged to the veins of his face had for years gone to feed the sharp blue flame of all that liquor.

Gott verdamme den Frühling!

It is good for the soul to be in solitude for a great part of the time. But if it should seek solitude for its own comfort and consolation, it will have to endure more darkness and more anguish and more trial. Pure prayer only takes possession of our hearts for good when we no longer desire any special light or grace or consolation for ourselves, and pray without any thought of our own satisfaction.

All those days and nights were without romance, horrible.

A spirit that is drawn to God in contemplation will soon learn the value of obedience: the hardships and anguish he has to suffer every day from the burden of his own selfishness, his clumsiness, incompetence and pride will give him a hunger to be led and advised and directed by somebody else.

My heart is heavy, she thought. It's not just a saying. It is what is—heavy, a great stone lodged in my breast, pressing down my whole being. How can I even stand straight and look out upon the world? I am doubled over into myself and, for all the weight, find only emptiness.

The tortured sounds followed Niall as he stumbled back to the hearth. Muted cries, choking sobs, mingled with the snapping, crackling clamor of the hungry fire. Time passed with lumbering slowness as Niall stared into the agitated flames, hearing it all from some place far away, even as the night's horror charred its memory into his soul. Never had he hurt so, not from any wound in battle, not from . . . He paused. The sounds

Depression meant that every breath, every thought, every moment of consciousness hurt.

my soul bleeding tears of anguish

The world as he sees it is Hell.

All my talent, if that's what you'd call it, goes only one way these days. Into the worst kind of darkness.