Virginia Woolf Quotes

The pain of powerlessness is excruciating. It is the most painful experience in the earth school, and everyone shares it.

Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.

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

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

Rightly tired of the pain İ hear and feel, boss... where we's comin from or goin to or why... If İ could end it, İ would. But İ can't.

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.

Because I’ve lost my children, too, and I know the ache that lives inside the heart that no amount of solace or alcohol will squelch. I know what it’s like to have the powers of a god and to not be able to hold the one thing that means the most to me. And if you think for one minute that I would ever serve that to another being, even Artemis, who I’d like to torture for eternity, then go ahead and call down your army on me. I would deserve whatever death they give. (Sin)

And that wreched creature without hands or feet, who had to be put to bed and fed like a child, that pitiable remnant of a man, whose almost vanished life was nothing more than one scream of pain, cried out in furious indignation: 'What a fool one must be to go and kill oneself!' " - 'Joy of Life

Violence is what happens when we don't know what else to do with our suffering.

Angel screeched with fury and despair to the empty walls around her. "I'm human, do you hear me? It hurts!

God, I felt like hell tonight, tears of rage I cannot fight.

When hope is gone, time is punishment.

I have spent my life falling. Not the kind that Tiny's talking about. He's talking about love. I'm talking about life. In my kind of falling, there's no landing. There's only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends.

There is an aching that is worse than any pain.

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.

I never meant it," he was saying. "Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it, seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something... What do I do? What can I do...?

Hope hurt more than the cold.

Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?

I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.

When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… “Why did I ever wake up!” he cried.

I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.

...and there was nothing to do except to wait and to hurt.

Want is misery.

My dad had a lot of bad luck. You could see his suffering, his terrible suffering, living a life that was disappointing and looking for another one.