Angel full of gaiety, do you know anguish? Angel

“Only the broken beyond repair could know my anguish.”

— Terry a O'Neal

Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguish, and one which, because of its very catholicity, grants full liberty to…

— Charles Baudelaire

There is a sweet anguish springing up in our bosoms when a child's face brightens under the shadow of the waiting angel. There is…

— Edwin Hubbel Chapin

I have designed my style pantomimes as white ink drawings on black backgrounds, so that man's destiny appears as a thread lost in an…

— Marcel Marceau

One realizes that human relationships are the tragic necessity of human life; that they can never be wholly satisfactory, that every ego is half…

— Willa Cather

I have discovered in my long life that there are many words and phrases which have more power than any spell of magick. The…

— David Gemmell

Journalism is an extraordinary and terrible privilege. Not by chance, if you are aware of it, does it consume you with a hundred feelings…

— Oriana Fallaci

Every last cast is actually a first cast. The first cast and first chance to catch the next fish. The next time you anguish…

— Tony Bishop

I saw my parents as gods whose every wish must be obeyed or I would suffer the penalty of anguish and guilt.

— Natalie Wood

The intellectuals' chief cause of anguish are one another's works. Jacques Barzun, 1959 all ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.

— e. e. cummings

Being human, we would expel from our lives physical pain and mental anguish and assure ourselves of continual ease and comfort, but if we…

— Spencer W. Kimball

Memory, with its fugitive adjustments, is the merciful veil to the grim enactments of the first law. It hides the anguish in the human…

— Stacy Aumonier

pg.9 "In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.

— Fernando Pessoa

Knowledge gives a wider choice and more anguish.

— Samuel Florman

“He put his forehead against hers. “Alannah, my heart is yours.” He said softly. “And yet, I must hand it over to someone else…

— B.C. Morin