Litost (Czech): a state of torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery. 


I know it well.

To the memory impaired, even one's home is a haunted house.

Pain, God

In our most agonizing pain, God appears to be, feels to be, a sadist. But, in fact, he is the most skillful surgeon, whose operations we cannot fathom at this time. The proof of his competence is the Cross and Resurrection, which we can understand.

Alternating between misery, agony, and temporary amnesia about the first two.

Jimi Hendrix, "I Don't Live Today"

Will I live tomorrow? 
Well, I just can't say 
Will I live tomorrow? 
Well, I just can't say 
But I know for sure 
I don't live today 
No sun comin' through my windows 
Feel like I'm livin' at the bottom of a grave 
No-ho sun comin' through my windows 
Feel like I'm livin' at the bottom of a grave 
I wish you'd hurry up and rescue me 
So I can be on my miserable way.