Quotes About Anguish

customers often bend over backward to give market share leaders second and third chances, bringing cries of anguish from their competitors who would never be granted such grace.

Tragedy takes all under regard.

Marie - Franz … Yine de orospunun biriyim iÅŸte ben! B?çaklayabilirim kendimi! Ah! Ne Dünya! Herkesin can? cehenneme, erkek, diÅŸi!

MARIE [Alone, after apause.] Whata bitch I am. I could stab myself. - Oh, what a world! Everything goes to hell anyhow, man and woman alike.

Every cell in her ached, as if her whole body had been through such a long and grueling punishment that it simply gave up and now wallowed in self-pity and pain.

I have nobody in the world. I'll kill myself. That's best. Everyone will say, It's for the best that she killed herself, she's better off dead . . . I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it . . .

Oh my life is so awful, it's just so awful to be me, you don't know what it's like waking every morning and finding the whole horror of being yourself still there.

He also wanted to destroy something, everything, perhaps himself.

I'm made for misery, misery, misery , I'm made to be destroyed !

Sometimes I feel I am crammed with demons.

All chances of happiness are gone from me. Just being with myself is hell all the time anyway.

I must admit that I am in a state of utter wretchedness and have been for a long time. I didn't know that such extreme unhappiness could continue for so long.

The world is perhaps ultimately to be defined as a place of suffering. Man is a suffering animal, subject to ceaseless anxiety and pain and fear.

He suffers terribly all the time. He lives in fire.

And I thought, rolling my head to and fro between my hands in anguish, oh if only it could have worked somehow for us two.

You can't imagine what it's like when every moment you're conscious you're in the most frightful pain.

Please excuse this outpouring which perhaps makes no sense but is the utter darkness of my spirit pouring from me like black blood.

Desperate for help, living his life now as a hideous dream, he had told nobody.

You don't know what it's like to be me, you don't know what it's like to be all tattered and destroyed inside.

Sometimes I think he will become quite desperate — with the pain of simply being himself — he might do anything.

I have always wanted to kill you, all my life led to that blow. Jealousy and hatred compose my earliest memories. I have killed you every day in my thoughts.

And now in her deep heart an even sharper pain was stirring, a pain which would stay with her always.

I can't tell you—oh I can't tell you—how awful—how sort of unlivable—everything is now—like a great black wall in front of me—Something's got to smash.

Anyway, as you say, what the hell. I know, I've been to hell, I've seen it, I've been shown round. I'll kill myself. You'll see, you'll be sorry.