#anguish

Painting is a source of endless pleasure, but also of great anguish. ↗

— Balthus

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The anguish of the neurotic individual is the same as that of the saint. The neurotic, the saint are engaged in the same battle. Their blood flows from similar wounds. But the first one gasps and the other one gives. ↗

— Georges Bataille

#battle #blood #engaged #first #flows

Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguish, and one which, because of its very catholicity, grants full liberty to the individual and asks no better than to be celebrated in each man's own language - so long as he knows anguish and is a painter. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#asks #because #better #catholicity #celebrated

Every composer knows the anguish and despair occasioned by forgetting ideas which one had no time to write down. ↗

— Hector Berlioz

#composer #despair #down #every #forgetting

Yoga is a way to freedom. By its constant practice, we can free ourselves from fear, anguish and loneliness. ↗

— Indra Devi

#constant #fear #free #freedom #loneliness

I felt along with her - not the physical pain, of course, but all her mental anguish. You can't be detached. She needed to have someone who understood what was happening in her mind. ↗

— Charles Bronson

#anguish #course #detached #felt #happening

What kind of man would I have been if I had not been there to help her? I felt along with her - not the physical pain, of course, but all her mental anguish. You can't be detached. ↗

— Charles Bronson

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In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish. ↗

— Simone Weil

#anguish #forms #never #new #only

No" she jerked back, stared up at him. Her eyes were like thunderclouds. He'd never seen them like that. Shock and fear filled them. Her face was paper white. Her body shuddering. "Don't you leave me!" She gripped his shirt and tried to shake him, tears falling from her eyes. "Don't you leave Noah." His head lowered. He touched her lips with his and knew this woman held the best part of him. The memories of the husband he had been, the man he had been. He couldn't destroy that. He refuse to. He pushed her to Jordan slowly, loath to let her go. To release her. Knowing that releasing her was the only way to save the memories she held. "Don't you leave me!" She screamed the order, eyes blazing, her lips trembling as tears fell and hysteria threatened to overwhelm her. "If you leave me, Noah Blake, if you don't come back when this is over, don't bother coming back at all. He touched her cheek. Ran his thumb over her lips. "You are the best part of me," he whispered. "Always remember that, Sabella. The very best part of me." Before she could grab him, hold him to her, he pulled away, grabbed one of the rifles Mike had set on the table across the room. And left.” ― Lora Leigh, Wild Card ↗

— Lora Leigh

#broken-hearted #impossible-love #leaving #nathan-malone #noah-blake

The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish. ↗

— Federico Garcia Lorca

#architecture #big #big city #captures #city