Quotes About Anguish

I'm in pain. That's the only way I get your attention

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.

He's sitting alone at the kitchen table, a half-emptied bottle of white liquor in one fist, his knife in the other. Drunk as a skunk.

Pero ¿cuál es el peor dolor? Para mí, siempre es el dolor que está presente.

Però quins són els pitjors dolors? Per a mi, sempre és el dolor del moment.

Like bait?" I say to the ceiling. "Like how they'll use Annie for bait, Finnick?" I can hear him weeping but I don't care.

He slumps back in his chair, distraught.

I slowly stand, looking down at my clothes. I wish that there were bloodstains or tears, something to outwardly show how hurt I am.

I wish that there were bloodstains or tears, something to outwardly show how hurt I am.

Our culture has become increasingly intolerant of that acute sorrow, that intense mental anguish and deep remorse which may be defined as grief. We want to medicate such sorrow away.

As for what concerns our relations with our fellow men, the anguish in our neighbor's soul must break all precept. All that we do is a means to an end, but love is an end in itself, because God is love.

It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.

It's a Cyprus of misery and soup kitchens and a state which cannot meet basic obligations. It can only cause me grief.

For an overwhelming majority of my life, my country has been a source of pain, fear, and embarrassment.

He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into his lap.

Those who do not care, escape the anguish of mourning but never know the delights of love. The meaning of life forever eludes them.

Memories and emotions could be the greatest form of torture.

Heaven without love : what a hell. (Paradis sans amour : voilà ce qu'est l'enfer)

I want to kiss you so very badly, Rose. But I can't. And its killing me"-Mr. Stone

Some of the worst places I've ever lived in were fear, pain, and shame. The cost of living was so high, your only choice was a slow death.

My word stinkof blood and goreof sleepless nightsof invisible demonsof razors and knivesof slashed wristsMy words - they stink.

There is only one thing in this world worse than dying and that's watching someone you love die instead—you feel their pain with no final solace.

If it is worth the pain. If it is worth the anguish. Then leave me lying in agony.

At least, when there's fear, there's some human part left in you. Once that's gone, though, there is nothing.