Quotes About Anguish

Then the image came back into his head. His wife Mary, pinned to the ceiling, blood pooling outward from her stomach, fire surrounding and consuming her.

A discordant mind, black with confusion and despair, would finish me off as thoroughly as the cold.

Anguish of mind has driven thousands to suicide; anguish of body, none. This proves that the health of the mind is of far more consequence to our happiness, than the health of the body, although both are deserving of much more attention than either of them receive.

turning in my guts like a torsion.

a weeping, unhealable wound

Whatever I thought right seemed bad to others; whatever seemed wrong to me, others approved of. I ran into feuds wherever I found myself, I met disfavor wherever I went; if I longed for happiness, I only stirred up misery; so I had to be called "Woeful": Woe is all I possess.

Le mal du pays lui perçait la poitrine et les remords lacéraient tout espoir d'une vie meilleure. Il était naufragé.

I have fallen into an abyss. I live in a world so curious, so strange. Of the dream that was my life, this is my nightmare.

There is always something missing that torments me.

Il y a toujours quelque chose d'absent qui me tourmente.

El amargor que me sube a la garganta es talmente como si el corazón me fabricara acíbar en vez de sangre; me sube y me baja por el pecho, dejándome un regusto ácido en el paladar; mojándome la lengua con su aroma, secándome los dentros con su aire pesaroso y maligno como el aire de un nicho.

You are filled with anguish For the suffering of others. And no one's grief Has ever passed you by. You are relentless Only to yourself, Forever cold and pitiless. But if only you could look upon Your own sadness from a distance, Just once with a loving soul— Oh, how you would pity yourself. How sadly you would weep. —Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna Romanova, poem dedicated to her mother, April 23, 1917

I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours —Abraham Lincoln

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

I want it all to go away. I want to go away. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be in this suspended state where I can see what's happening, where I'm aware of what I'm feeling without being able to actually feel it. I cannot scream until my throat hurts or break a window with my fist until my hand bleeds, or pull my hair out in clumps until the pain in my scalp overcomes the one in my heart.

There is a blinding flash, a pain that rips through me for one searing instant, a silent scream from my broken body. For the first time, I can sense how fully agonizing staying will be.

I cannot scream until my throat hurts or break a window with my fist until my hand bleeds, or pull my hair out in clumps until the pain in my scalp overcomes the one in my heart

Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he'd have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment.

Hope is a demon worse than your Pain.

Pain laughed giddily at the thought, for love brought its own brand of torment. Lots and lots of torment. In the heart, the soul. Both causing a physical ache too intense to be relieved.

Physical pain will never compare to mental anguish.

Should—a word of anguish rather than consolation.

I'll hate myself later." "I hate myself now.

Can you tell I was a depressed, neurotic mess?