Torment Quotes

1. "Aproximou-se certo dia de uma fonte clara como prata e não contaminada pelo gado, pelo pássaros, pelas feras nem pelos ramos caídos das arvores próximas. Narciso, sentando-se, exausto, na margem daquela fonte, logo se enamorou de sua própria imagem. Primeiro tentou abraçar e beijar o belo jovem que tinha diante de si; depois, reconheceu a si mesmo e permaneceu horas fixando o espelho da água da fonte como se encantado. O amor lhe era, ao mesmo tempo, concedido e negado; ele se consumia de dor e, ao mesmo tempo, gozava de seu tormento sabendo que, ao menos, não trairia a si próprio, acontecesse o que acontecesse."
Author: Aldo Carotenuto

2. "Y a mi orgullo lo encontréen un bar de mal beber...borracho;preguntando a tu interés:¿cómo se puede caer tan bajo?la primera vez, rescaté lo que quedódel naufragio de mi amor en la tormentade tus brazos."
Author: Alejandro Sanz

3. "If those we love visit us when we dream, those who torment us almost always visit us when we're still awake."
Author: Alyson Richman

4. "Ah, gods, hope. Our savior and our tormentor, the price and ferry pass for the dreams that carry us to the future."
Author: Amy Lane

5. "A man writes because he is tormented, because he doubts. He needs to constantly prove to himself and the others that he's worth something. And if I know for sure that I'm a genius? Why write then? What the hell for?"
Author: Andrei Tarkovsky

6. "It may be a childish torment, but we do not get to choose our demons."
Author: Andrew Sean Greer

7. "As we move on year by year in this life, we learn that telling doesn't necessarily purge; telling something is merely a reliving, and it's a torment."
Author: Anne Rice

8. "She tilted her head to one side, considering him. "Do you love me?""Love is a trick and a sham. A foolish plague and a lie and a torment.""Do you love me?" she repeated, quite calmly. Knowing the answer."Yes, may it curse my soul.""May it save your soul," she said."
Author: Anne Stuart

9. "It started when we were little kids.Free spirits, but alreadytormented by our own handsgiven to us by our parents.We got together and wrote on desksand slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountainsand slipped through whatevercracks we could find,minds altered, we didn't falterin portraving hysterical andtragic characters in a smogfilled universe.we loved the dirty cityand the journeys away from it.We had not yet been or seen our friends, selves,chase tails round and round in downward spirals,leaving trail of irretrievable,vital life juice behind.Still, thebrothersbloodcomradespartnerfamilycuzzwas impenetrableand we lived inside itlaughing with no clothes, andeverything experimental 'tilldeath was upon us.In our face, mortality."
Author: Anthony Kiedis

10. "There's a passage about ‘rivers of molten rock that wound their way… until they cooled and lay like twisted dragon-shapes vomited from the tormented earth.' That's a perfect description: how did Tolkien know, a quarter century before anyone ever saw a picture of Io? Talk about Nature imitating Art."
Author: Arthur C. Clarke

11. "Philosophy was right to vaunt liberty; it is the foremost desire of all creatures. But philosophy forgot that in civilized societies liberty is illusory if the common people lack wealth. When the wage-earning classes are poor, their independence is as fragile as a house without foundations. The free man who lacks wealth immediately sinks back under the yoke of the rich. The newly freed slave takes fright at the need of providing for his own subsistence and hastens to sell himself back into slavery in order to escape this new anxiety that hangs over him like Damocles' sword. In thoughtlessly giving him liberty without wealth, you merely replace his physical torment with a mental torment. He finds life burdensome in his new state... Thus when you give liberty to the people, it must be bolstered by two supports which are the guarantee of comfort and industrial attraction..."
Author: Charles Fourier

12. "From the world of darkness I did loose demons and devils in the power of scorpions to torment."
Author: Charles Manson

13. "Mephistopheles: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of GodAnd tasted the eternal joys of heaven,Am not tormented with ten thousand hellsIn being deprived of everlasting bliss?"
Author: Christopher Marlowe

14. "Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment."
Author: Claude Monet

15. "Lord Loss sows all the sorrows of the world Lord Loss seeds the grief-starched treesIn the center of the web, lowly Lord Loss bows his head Mangled hands, naked eyes Fanged snakes his soul line Curled inside like textured sin Bloody, curdled sheets for skin In the center of the web, vile Lord Loss torments the deadOver strands of red, Lord Loss crawls Dispensing pain, despising all Shuns friends, nurtures foes Ravages hope, breeds woe Drinks moons, devours suns Twirls his thumbs till the reaper comesIn the center of the web, lush Lord Loss is all that's left"
Author: Darren Shan

16. "More than being absurdly blond and absurdly messy, the Young Electrician had one of those extraordinarily sweet, extraordinarily vital, strangely mysterious, utterly unexplainable masculine faces that fill your senses with an odd, impersonal disquietude, an itching unrest, like the hazy, teasing reminder of some previous existence in a prehistoric cave, or, more tormenting still, with the tingling, psychic prophecy of some amazing emotional experience yet to come."
Author: Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

17. "Il rimorso non tormenta chi l'ha fatta franca". Oggi so che è vera."
Author: Erri De Luca

18. "Sometimes we hide behind questions like "how could a good God create someone and then torment that person forever?" Yet few people deny that He does this to Satan. Some even rejoice in this."
Author: Francis Chan

19. "I think I could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, 'I exist.' In thousands of agonies -- I exist. I'm tormented on the rack -- but I exist! Though I sit alone in a pillar -- I exist! I see the sun, and if I don't see the sun, I know it's there. And there's a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there."
Author: Fyodor Dostoyevsky

20. "Had you accepted that third counsel of the mighty spirit, you would have furnished all that man seeks on earth, that is: someone to bow down to, someone to take over his conscience, and a means for uniting everyone at last into a common, concordant, and incontestable anthill - for the need for universal union is the third and last torment of men."
Author: Fyodor Dostoyevsky

21. "Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments."
Author: Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

22. "Ay de mí, si es amor, cuanto atormenta."
Author: Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

23. "What exasperated her was that Charles seemed to have no notion of her torment. His conviction that he was making her happy struck her as impudent imbecility, his uxorious complacency as ingratitude."
Author: Gustave Flaubert

24. "The man slips along the stoically congealed houses Perpendicular like them A moving ornament Burning fiction His fragility contradicts the duration of his torments"
Author: Hélène Baronne D’Oettingen

25. "Germaine, on the other hand, was a whore from the cradle; she was thoroughly satisfied with her role, enjoyed it in fact, except when her stomach pinched or her shoes gave out, little surface things of no account, nothing that ate into her soul, nothing that created torment. Ennui! That was the worst she ever felt. Days there were, no doubt, when she had a bellyful, as we say – but no more than that! Most of the time she enjoyed it – or gave the illusion of enjoying it. It made a difference, of course, whom she went with – or came with. But the principal thing was a man. A man! That was what she craved. A man with something between his legs that could tickle her, that could make her writhe in ecstasy, make her grab that bushy twat of hers with both hands and rub it joyfully, boastfully, proudly, with a sense of connection, a sense of life. That was the only place where she experienced any life – down there where she clutched herself with both hands."
Author: Henry Miller

26. "Se questo mondo fosse un piano infinito e navigando a oriente noi potessimo sempre raggiungere nuove distanze e scoprire cose più dolci e nuove di tutte le Cicladi o le Isole del Re Salomone, allora il viaggio conterrebbe una promessa. Ma, nell'inseguire quei lontani misteri di cui sogniamo, o nella caccia tormentosa di quel fantasma demoniaco che prima o poi nuota dinanzi a tutti i cuori umani, nella caccia di tali cose intorno a questo globo, esse o ci conducono in vuoti labirinti o ci lasciano sommersi a metà strada."
Author: Herman Melville

27. "I need not torment myself with the fear that my faith may fail; as grace led me to faith in the first place, so grace will keep me believing to the end. Faith, both in its origin and continuance, is a gift of grace (Phil 1:29)."
Author: J.I. Packer

28. "The hand descended. Nearer and nearer it came. It touched the ends of his upstanding hair. He shrank down under it. It followed down after him, pressing more closely against him. Shrinking, almost shivering. He still managed to hold himself together. It was a torment, this hand that touched him and violated his instinct. He could not forget in a day all the evil that had been wrought him at the hands of men."
Author: Jack London

29. "For really it was the refinement of civilized cruelty, this spick, span, and ingenious affair of shining leather and gleaming steel, which hoisted you and tilted you and fitted reassuringly into the small of your back and cupped your head tenderly between padded cushions. It ensured for you a more complete muscular relaxation than any armchair that you could buy for your own home: but it left your tormented nerves without even the solace of a counter-irritant. In the old days the victim's attention had at least been distracted by an ache in the back, a crick in the neck, pins and needles in the legs, and the uneasy tickling of plush under the palm. But now, too efficiently suspended between heaven and earth, you were at liberty to concentrate on hell."
Author: Jan Struther

30. "There's not a season set aside for pondering and reveries. It will not les us hesitate or rest; it does not wish us to stand back and comment on its comeliness or devise a song for it. It has no time to listen to our song. It only asks us not to tire in our hard work. It wants to see us leathery, our necks and fore-arms burnt as black as chimney oak; it wants to leave us thinned and sinewy from work. It taxes us from dawn to dusk, and torments us at night; that is the taxing that the thrush complains about. Our great task each and every year is to defend ourselves against hunger and defeat with implements and tools."
Author: Jim Crace

31. "A lovely, pure, noble, and most moral nature, without the strength of nerve which forms a hero, sinks beneath a burden which it cannot bear, and must not cast away. All duties are holy for him; the present is too hard. Impossibilities have been required of him; not in themselves impossibilities, but such for him. He winds, and turns, and torments himself; he advances and recoils, is ever put in mind, ever puts himself in mind; at last does all but lose his purpose from his thoughts; yet still without recovering his peace of mind."
Author: Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

32. "What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!"
Author: Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

33. "But some gifts are worse than curses, and the dark side of the gift is that they know. The lost, the stragglers, those who should not have been taken but were, the innocents, the struggling, tormented shades, the gathering ranks of the dead, they know. And they come."
Author: John Connolly

34. "Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!"
Author: Joseph Addison

35. "No fear can stand up to hunger, no patience can wear it out, disgust simply does not exist where hunger is; and as to superstition, beliefs, and what you may call principles, they are less than chaff in a breeze. Don't you know the devilry of lingering starvation, its exasperating torment, its black thoughts, its sombre and brooding ferocity? Well, I do. It takes a man all is inborn strength to fight hunger properly. It's really easier to face bereavement, dishonour, and the perdition of one's soul - than this kind of prolonged hunger. Sad, but true. And these chaps, too, had no earthly reason for any kind of scruple. Restraint! I would just as soon have expected restraint from a hyena prowling amongst the corpses of a battlefield."
Author: Joseph Conrad

36. "There isn't one of us I take it that hasn't done something wrong and then been sorry and wished we hadn't. Then our consciences strike us and we have been very, very miserable. Have you gone through that experience? I have. . . . But here we have the Son of God carrying the burden of my transgressions and your transgressions. . . . "His greatest torment was not the nails in his hands or in his feet, as bad as they were, but the torment of mind in some way that is not clear to me. But he carried the burden--our burden. I added something to it; so did you. So did everybody else. He took it upon himself to pay the price that I might escape-that you might escape-the punishment on the conditions that we will receive his gospel and be true and faithful in it."Now that's what I'm trying to think about. That's what I'm remembering"
Author: Joseph Fielding Smith

37. "Recuerdo que algún día yo le hablé de mi río y una como tormenta se agitó en sus estrañas. No sé si fue mi pecho que tembló de recuerdo o si fueron mis ojos que asomaron nostalgias." "I remember a day when I spoke of my river and something like a storm stirred in his being. Was it my breast that trembled with the memory Was it nostalgia that showed through my eyes"
Author: Julia De Burgos

38. "Todos los fuegos de infierno podrían arder durante mil años y eso no igualaría lo que siento por ti en un minuto del día. Te amo tanto que no hay ningún placer en ello. Nada más que tormento. Porque si pudiera diluir lo que siento por ti a una millonésima parte, todavía sería lo suficiente como para matarte. E incluso si esto me vuelve loco, preferiría verte vivir en los brazos de ese bastardo frío y sin alma antes que morir en lo míos."
Author: Lisa Kleypas

39. "Do not injure, abuse, oppress, enslave, insult, torment, torture, or kill any creature or living being."
Author: Mahavira

40. "I feel the heaviness of nightmareseven though I am awake.How weary I am, how sleeplessand hopeless—there is no escapefrom the tormentof wishes."
Author: Margarita Engle

41. "I took an oath June. I am still bound by that oath. I will die with honor for sacrificing everything I have-everything-for my country.. And yet, Day is a legend, while I am to be executed." His voice finally breaks with all his anger and inner torment, the injustice he feels. "It makes no sense."I stand up. Behind me, guards move toward the cell door. "You're wrong," I say sadly. "It makes perfect sense.""Why?""Because Day chose to walk in the light." I turn my back on him for the last time. The door opens; the cell's bars make way for the hall, a new rotation of prison guards, freedom. "And so did Metias."
Author: Marie Lu

42. "Chimerical and empty being, your name alone has caused more blood to flow on the face of the earth than any political war ever will. Return to the nothingness from which the mad hope and ridiculous fright of men dared call you forth to their misfortune. You only appeared as a torment for the human race. What crimes would have been spared the world, if they had choked the first imbecile who thought of speaking of you."
Author: Marquis De Sade

43. "The beauty myth sets it up this way: A high rating as an art object is the most valuable tribute a woman can exact from her lover. If he appreciates her face and body because it is hers, that is next to worthless. It is very neat: The myth contrives to make women offend men by scrutinizing honest appreciation when they give it; it can make men offend women merely by giving them honest appreciation. It can manage to contaminate the sentence "You're beautiful," which is next to "I love you" in expressing a bond of regard between a woman and a man. A man cannot tell a woman that he loves to look at her without risking making her unhappy. If he never tells her, she is destined to be unhappy. And the "luckiest" woman of all, told she is loved because she's "beautiful," is often tormented because she lacks the security of being desired because she looks like who she lovably is."
Author: Naomi Wolf

44. "Because, Jack, you volunteered to be taken down into eternal torment in place of her. This is the absolute minimum (unless I'm mistaken) that any female requires from her man."
Author: Neal Stephenson

45. "No se trata de encontrar refugio en una tormenta. Se trata de aprender a bailar bajo la lluvia."
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

46. "I was keenly conscious of the comrades-in-arms who had fallen with me. A bond surpassing by a hundredfold that which I had known in life bound me to them. I felt a sense of inexpressible relief and realized that I had feared, more than death, separation from them. I apprehended that excruciating war survivor's torment, the sense of isolation and self-betrayal experienced by those who had elected to cling yet to breath when their comrades had let loose their grip."
Author: Steven Pressfield

47. "No man will ever bring out of that office the reputation which carries him into it. The honeymoon would be as short in that case as in any other, and its moments of ecstasy would be ransomed by years of torment and hatred."
Author: Thomas Jefferson

48. "I am never better than when I am mad: then methinks I am a brave fellow; then I do wonders: but reason abuseth me, and there's the torment, there's the hell."
Author: Thomas Kyd

49. "The people in the hospital had been struck by her calm and the number of questions she had asked. They hadn't appreciated her inability to understand something quite obvious – that Tolya was no longer among the living. Her love was so strong that Tolya's death was unable to affect it: to her, he was still alive.She was mad, but no one had noticed. Now, at last, she had found Tolya. Her joy was like that of a mother-cat when she finds her dead kitten and licks it all over.A soul can live in torment for years and years, even decades, as it slowly, stone by stone, builds a mound over a grave; as it moves towards the apprehension of eternal loss and bows down before reality."
Author: Vasily Grossman

50. "Let us touch each otherwhile we still have hands,palms, forearms, elbows . . .Let us love each other for misery,torture each other, torment,disfigure, maim,to remember better,to part with less pain."
Author: Vera Pavlova

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