Unending Agony Quotes

What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.

Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.

I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

The natural state of the football fan is bitter disappointment, no matter what the score.

If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heaven. No more damned magic.

But there are some wounds that can never be healed.

At Westboro, the depictions of hell are extremely vivid. The only thing that changes in hell, according to the church, is your capacity to feel pain. As the capacity to feel pain increases, so does the pain. It's absolutely terrifying. I believed God was going to curse me for having left this group of people.

In this life our sorrows are either not very long or not very great because nature either overcomes them by habits or puts an end to them by sinking under their weight. But in hell the torments cannot be overcome by habit, for while they are of terrible intensity they are at the same time of continual variety, each pain, so to speak, taking fire from another and re-endowing that which has enkindled it with a still fiercer flame.

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one center of pain.

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?

Purgatory fire will be more intolerable than all the torments that can be felt or conceived in this life.

To live forever should not be an obligation. In fact, eternal life should only be for those who wish for it, because if we are depressed and unhappy with our lives, just the idea of living forever is an unbearable source of suffering.

The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday.

Always the same. Now a spark of hope flashes up, then a sea of despair rages, and always pain; always pain, always despair, and always the same.

He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again.

My idea of going to hell is going somewhere where there are no books.

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

Nothing could add to the horror of hell, except the presence of its creator, God. While I have life, as long as I draw breath, I shall deny with all my strength, and hate with every drop of my blood, this infinite lie.

Consider that all these torments of body and soul are without intermission. Be their suffering ever so extreme, be their pain ever so intense, there is no possibility of their fainting away, no, not for one moment ... They are all eye, all ear, all sense. Every instant of their duration it may be said of their whole frame that they are 'Trembling alive all o'er, and smart and agonize at every pore.' And of this duration there is no end ... Neither the pain of the body nor of soul is any nearer an end than it was millions of ages ago.

In hell there is no other punishment than to begin over and over again the tasks left unfinished in your lifetime.

I got stuff that's going to hurt for the rest of my life.

I thought I'd reached the bottom a few times, but then I'd realise there was another 30 floors of despair below that.

It's been like a bad dream I never woke from.