Tortured Soul Quotes

“He uttered a curse that startled her with its foulness, and gripped her head between his hands, forcing her to stare at him. His voice was savage. "For twelve years I have been in constant torment, wanting you in my arms and believing it would never be possible. I want you for a thousand reasons other than your legs, and...no, damn it, I want you for no reason at all, other than the fact that you're you. I want to shove myself deep inside you and stay for hours...days...weeks. I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Again the Magic

“I was born into chaos. I didn’t know what peace felt like.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, Seconds Before Sunrise

“Its hard to say what's wrong when nothing is going right!”
― Sherif A. El-Mawardy, The Truth Behind Truth: What Lies Beyond...

“There's no honor in that. Only a coward would kill her that way; I want everything she has. I want her to want to fight with every breath of her body. Mechelle Tortured Soul”
― Kyra Gates

“....I came to consider betrayal a moral violation of another's humanity—akin to torture.”
― Sandra Lee Dennis, Love and the Mystery of Betrayal

“Something deep inside of me speaks with the voice of the psycho: For who could ever love a beast?”
― Zoe Cruz, Beastia

“It is a torture to see people whom you don't like.”
― Nikita Dudani

“Alannah took a step back.
“Brennus, are you intoxicated?”
“I am King Brennus. I do not become intoxicated. I am intoxicating.”
Alannah let out another giggle.
“This is not like you. How much have you had?”
Brennus leaned his shoulder against the wall. “Two, maybe three.”
“Glasses?”
“Bottles.”
― B.C. Morin, Blood of the Sorcerer

“Underneath an artist's preoccupations with sex, society, religion, etc. (all the staple abstractions that allow the forebrain to chatter) there is a soul tortured beyond endurance by the lack of tenderness in the world.”
― Lawrence Durrell, Justine

“If there is a God, he must be taking revenge on me for the things I've done. I'll live in a perpetual hell with you as my tormentor, and it will be my greatest delight.”
― Edith Warner, Sire Bound: Part 2

“No one can break the Queen of the First Circle.”
― Michaela Haze, The Devil's Lullaby

“Pain and passion synchronized
comprising unborn, old and wise
Songs of the soul
oh, in torment they are born”
― Frances Livings, During the Hours

“This world that I live in is empty and cold; the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.”
― Waylon Jennings

“That was the problem with ones actions. They would always remain ‘acted’. They always remained ‘being done’, and their influence on the world, whether small or big , would always be palpable. You couldn't refute the past. He would always remain liable for the consequences of his actions. Should anyone knock on his door and ask for reparation, he would give what was asked of him without question. There simply was no way of clearing the world of its history, and its history was simply a compilation of the existence of people and other organisms , and their actions. Of things which had been done.”
― Adelheid Manefeldt, Consequence

“What is the real issue then, according to you?'
Scholscher was on the point of replying that men needed another company than their own kind, that they craved it desperately, like an almost physical presence, and that nothing on earth seemed big enough to satisfy that urge, those roots of heaven, as Islam called them, which were forever gripping and torturing man's heart, but he felt that this sort of talk, and indeed of thinking, ill became the Army uniform he was wearing. The feeling dated probably from the time when, as a young cadet at Saint-Cyr, the thin stripe of a sub-lieutenant had been all the horizon to which he aspired.
He smiled faintly at the memory of his youth. For a long time the Army uniform had remained for him the very symbol of what he had most fervently desired from the first metaphysical stirrings of adolescence: fidelity to a rule. This forbade certain attitudes, certain states of mind. So he kept his reflections to himself — all the more so since, these last years, he felt less and less need to exchange ideas with other men, because essentially they no longer came to him as questions, but as certainties. He had thus nothing left but minor curiosities. Sucking at his pipe, he gave the Dutchman a very friendly glance.
'What is the issue, according to you, if it isn't elephants?' Haas repeated, in a slightly menacing tone.
'Loneliness, I suppose,' said Scholscher vaguely.”
― Romain Gary, The Roots of Heaven

“Welcome home,” Crighton said, standing before him: black hair, dark eyes, and black gothic fashion—the true prince of Hell. He was grinning from ear to ear with his vampire teeth, reveling in his victory. Then, his smile vanished and his green eyes returned, delivering Poe another glimpse at pure, unadulterated evil. “Poor Ben,” he lamented, “you didn’t honestly think He would actually forgive you . . .”
― Kaylin McFarren, Soul. Seeker

“This mind that bloomed roses from arsenic looks pretty to you and everyone else who doesn't live in it.”
― Ramayana Roxas, At 23

“The roses are roses, but the arsenic is still arsenic.”
― Ramayana Roxas, At 23

“When Indian military occupation and martial law last for more than 70 years with no end in sight, one has to suspect that things are not going well.”
― Indian Army

“You are a force of nature, Lucille. I knew it from the first time I read your words. You’re a tortured soul, just like I am. We’re survivors.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick