Quotes About Anguish

Many years later, standing before a human head preserved in a jar of gin, Eliza would remember that first meeting with Joaquín Andieta and again experience the same unbearable anguish.

In true courage there is always an element of choice, of an ethical choice, and of anguish, and also of action and deed. There is always a flame of spirit in it, a vision of some necessity higher than oneself.

When fear is excessive it can make many a man despair.

A mighty pain to love it is, and 'tis a pain that pain to miss; but of all pains, the greatest pain it is to love, but love in vain.

Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell.

And they said one to another, We are verily guilty concerning our brother, in that we saw the anguish of his soul, when he besought us, and we would not hear.

My heart pounds sickeningly and I turn pale... I often feel as if I were dead... I seem to be losing my mind.

My problem is not that I don't want to play, it's that I don't want to live!

You've been killing me inside and I don't want to die like this.

Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.

Because it's still a heartache. And nothing makes you want to die more than that.

Instead of friends, I see in Washington only mortal enemies. Instead of loving the old flag of the stars and stripes, I see in it only the symbol of murder, plunder, oppression, and shame.

For me war has become a flat, black depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhaustion of the spirit.

The war has ruined us for everything.

There are strange hells within the minds war made.

in his chest, his heart seeped. It wasn`t blood that escaped - that had been shed long ago - but a thick, bile-like fluid that ran through veins that had become rivers of pain carrying a bottomless cargo of grief.

She was killing him and doing it so gleefully. He

I felt dead and sick inside.

wailed when she'd

The anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.

Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.

I've stopped talking because there's really nothing left to say and there's this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I'm even having a heart attack, but it doesn't seem worth mentioning.

What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?