Quotes About Sorrow

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain

Sólo aquellos mártires, que van con un corazón puro y triste, fecundamente surcado por el pesado arado del dolor, realzan la vida

My heart is a void, dead, and this makes me sad.

I wish I hadn't cried so much!" said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears !

I wish I hadn't cried so much!

What is his sorrow?' She asked the Gryphon. And the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, 'It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got no sorrow, you know'.

Desearía no haber llorado tanto! —dijo Alicia, mientras nadaba, tratando de encontrar la salida—. ¡Mi castigo será ahogarme en mis propias lágrimas! ¡Una cosa muy extraña, por cierto! Pero todo ha sido muy extraño hoy.

shedding gallons of tears, until

It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got no sorrow, you know. Come on!

Sin embargo no tardó en darse cuenta de que estaba en el charco de lágrimas que había llorado cuando medía nueve pies. - ¡Ojalá no hubiese llorado tanto! - dijo Alicia mientras nadaba de un lado al otro, tratando de encontrar la salida-. Supongo que ahora estoy sufriendo el castigo que merezco: ahogarme en mis propias lágrimas.

I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears!

CROWS CALLING AT NIGHT Yellow clouds beside the walls; crows roosting near. Flying back, they caw, caw; calling in the boughs. In the loom she weaves brocade, the Qin river girl. Made of emerald yarn like mist, the window hides her words. She stops the shuttle, sorrowful, and thinks of the distant man. She stays alone in the lonely room, her tears just like the rain.

Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?

Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more...

We don't look at each other anymore. Not really. Not since I pulled him from that opium den. Now when I look at him, I see the addict. And when he looks at me, he sees what he would rather not remember. I wish I could be his adored little girl again, sitting at his side.

Without further warning, the sky opens up and cries.

He smiles sadly. Now I know my destiny. What is it? This. He draws me in to him in a kiss. His lips are warm. He pulls me tighter in his embrace. The roots sigh and release their hold on my waist and the wound in my side is healed. Kartik, I cry, kissing his cheeks. It's let me go. That's good, he says. He makes a small cry. His back arches, and every muscle in his body tightens.

It wasn't my doing. It is the drink and the laudanum and the opium and that bloody refusal to live. That selfish grief. I thought I could change it with magic, but I can't. People will be who they are, and there is not enough magic in any world to change that.

Besides, things you loved deeply could be lost in a second, and then there was no filling the hole left inside you.

It has carried shouts of love, and it has dried tears to salt tracks on more faces than it can number.

Luce su dolor como un abrigo de plumas demasiado pesadas para volar.

An ordinary home about to be shattered. I'd rather cut off my hand than look into Belinda Horner's eyes and ask her to identify a body I'm certain is her daughter. But this is my job, and I don't have a choice.

Worry doesn't empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.

tears have a purpose. they are what we carry of the ocean, and perhaps we must become the sea, give ourselves to it, if we are to be transformed.