torment Quotes

“I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.”

“But when weariness finally forced him to be silent, he was no longer of use to his tormentors, and they sought amusement elsewhere.”

The other two waited respectfully while M. Bouc struggled in mental agony.

You do me wrong to take me out o’ th’ grave. Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

“He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.”

“Thus it will be with you that are in an unconverted state, if you continue in it; the infinite might, and majesty, and terribleness, of the Omnipotent God shall be magnified upon you in the ineffable strength of your torments.”

“Don’t you know there are some souls that are constantly tormented? They need dreams and action, one after the other, the purest passions, the most frenzied pleasures, and it leads them to throw themselves into all sorts of fantasies and follies.”

“He realized that much of his torment of the years past had been self-inflicted, and an inevitable part of growing up.”

“Darby preferred to live her life wide-eyed, tormented, running, because nothing can catch you if you never stop.”

“Beneath the pressure of torments such as these, the feeble remnant of the good of within me succumbed.”

They tease and torment Elias all the time. But the day the gang tries to steal Elias’s pet mongoose is the day that Granny steps in...

“Rossamund was a boy with a girl’s name. All the other children of Madam Opera’s Estimable Marine Society for Foundling Boyd and Girls teased and tormented him almost daily because of his name.”

“I do assure you, Sir, that I have no pretension whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man. I would rather be paid the compliment of being believed sincere.

“Yea, indeed!—he did not err!—there was a fiend at his elbow! A mortal man, with once a human heart, has become a fiend for his especial torment!”

But, as matters stand with my soul, whatever of good capacity there originally was in me, all of God’s gifts that were the choicest have become the ministers of spiritual torment.

Why shouldst thou tarry so much as one other day in the torments that have so gnawed into thy life!—that have made thee feeble to will and to do!—that will leave thee powerless even to repent!