Quotes About Sorrow

She knew sorrow would always be her companion, no matter what happiness life might hold in store. And while her innocent illusions were forever lost to her, she had been forced to seek and find inner resources she had never imagined she might possess.

The thing about love is you always end up losing it.

Westerners prefer sex toys so they can avoid playing mind games with each other. Conditioned by capitalism, they cannot share anything. They must hoard everything from their sins to their thoughts to their genitals. The sexual situation in the West is sorrowful nowadays, and that's why a country like Vietnam is the answer.

I want to cry but I don't. I don't. There are pieces of yourself, so many pieces of yourself, that, once you give away, you cannot get back again.

They died, leaving behind the kind of void that is never filled, a relentless ache that follows an abandoned child throughout her entire life. And

Je ne veux plus faire de cauchemars. Je ne veux plus chercher à atteindre une petite fille que je ne peux pas sauver. Le monde est cruel. Notre boulot est sans espoir. Je ne sais même plus comment aimer. J'ai juste besoin de haïr.

Grief best is pleased with grief's society.

The old gal was only another lonely creature in a world that didn't care

Nothing has saddened me so much in life as the hardness of heart of educated people.

There is no sin or transgression, pain or sorrow, which is outside of the healing power of His Atonement.

Amidst sorrows, the only thing that enlivens us is optimistic faith. Never lose that faith.

To be alive, it seemed to me, as I stood there in all kinds of sorrow, was to be both original and reflection, and to be dead was to be split off, to be reflection alone.

When in pain and sorrow, you ask why God allows bad things to happen to good people, remember God allowed His Son, the best of us, to suffer the most so that Christ would have the ability to heal us.

The soul's tears are worth more than the heart's smiles.

There lives a weeperin each of us-a silent mourner honoring our despairwhen our willingness slain by helplessness continues to resurrect to be slaughtered again

Thats the beauty of sport. Sometimes you laugh, sometimes you cry

From nothing else but the brain come joys, delights, laughter and sports, and sorrows, griefs, despondency, and lamentations

Alas! we are the sport of destiny.

I read an essay by a little girl ... She wrote,' I am nothing and nobody. My cat was stuck to the wall. I tried to pull her off but they threw my cat away.

This is the God of Providence who protects, disposes, rewards, and punishes, the God who, according to the width of the believer's outlook, loves and cherishes the life of the tribe or of the human race, or even life as such, the comforter in sorrow and unsatisfied longing, who preserves the souls of the dead. This is the social or moral conception of God.

two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, so far as the universe is concerned, unnecessary.

Grief doesn't kill, love doesn't kill; but time kills everything, kills desire, kills sorrow, kills in the end the mind that feels them; wrinkels and softens the body while it still lives, tots it like a medlar, kills it too at last.

Nothing could assuage the secular grief that was your heritage.

Punctured, utterly deflated, he dropped into a chair and, covering his face with his hands, began to weep. A few minutes later, however, he thought better of it and took four tablets of soma. Upstairs in his room the Savage was reading Romeo and Juliet.