"Torment" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... were people on such terms! All the more reason," she added, "that I shouldn't needlessly torment you." ...
— The Wings of the Dove, Volume 1 of 2 • Henry James
... walked long that night in the moonlit woods up and around Imboden Hill, along a shadow-haunted path, between silvery beech-trunks, past the big hole in the earth from which dead trees tossed out their crooked arms as if in torment, and to the top of the ridge under which the valley slept and above which the dark bulk of Powell's Mountain rose. It was absurd, but he found himself strangely stirred. She was a child, he kept repeating to himself, in spite of the fact that he knew she was ...
— The Trail of the Lonesome Pine • John Fox, Jr.
... love been perfected with us[4:17], that we have confidence in the day of judgment; because as he is, we also are in this world. (18)There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear has torment[4:18]; and he that fears is not made perfect in love. (19)We love, because he first loved us. (20)If any one say, I love God, and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he that loves not his brother whom he has seen, how can he love God whom he has not seen? (21)And this commandment ...
— The New Testament of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. • Various
... punishment. He, the greatly-daring, once the dear friend and companion of Zeus himself, was chained to a rock on Mount Caucasus by the vindictive deity. There, on a dizzy height, his body thrust against the sun-baked rock, Prometheus had to endure the torment of having a foul-beaked vulture tear out his liver, as though he were a piece of carrion lying on the mountain side. All day, while the sun mercilessly smote him and the blue sky turned from red to black before his pain-racked eyes, the torture went on. Each night, when the filthy bird of prey that ...
— A Book of Myths • Jean Lang
... years to come— Men to whom my songs are dumb Will remember them and me For that one cry of jealousy, That curse where I had come to bless, That harsh voice of unhappiness. They'll note the curse, but not the pang, Not the torment whence it sprang, They'll note the blow at my friend's back, But not the soul stretched on the rack. They'll note the weak convulsive sting, Not the ...
— Collected Poems - Volume Two (of 2) • Alfred Noyes
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