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I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.
Living is strife and torment, disappointment and love and sacrifice, golden sunsets and black storms. I said that some time ago, and today I do not think I would add one word.
You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough.
During my breakdown, many things, tiny things I had not even registered before, had begun to torment me with guilt. I used to steal Splenda from Starbucks. I would go into a Starbucks whenever I needed the sweetener and would take a fistful of packets, even when I didn't buy a coffee.
From the world of darkness I did loose demons and devils in the power of scorpions to torment.
And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.
Some of the things I did in my early career were massive learning curves because I had no one to guide me. You learn very quickly because it costs you torment and trouble.
What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.
When he says he loves me, it only means he loves me at that particular instant. Like his promises, which he never keeps. Why does he torment me like this, when he could finish it off at once?
