Quotes About Sorrow

Grief is the agony of an instant. The indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.

I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear.

Life is a vale of tears in which there are moments you just can't stop giggling.

Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment.

My life has been nothing but a failure.

You who weep for pleasures fled, While dragging on a life of care, All your woes will melt in air, If to god your tears are shed, You who Weap!

Life is a jest of the Gods and there is no justice. You must learn to laugh… or else you'll weep yourself to death.

Life is the saddest thing there is, next to death.

Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; Oh life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.

When one is consumed by the sorrows of life, three things give him relief: offspring, a wife, and the company of the Lord's devotees.

This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.

If we do not know what the sorrow of penitence is, we have been living only on the surface of life--unmindful of its deep realities, unconscious of its grander glories.

So you write to our congressmen With bleeding pens Of the sorrow within And in return they just send Tickets to the latest Tom Hanks show

I shut my eyes and pictured Grandma standing on the windowsill, looking down into the courtyard. What was she thinking before she jumped? She must have forgotten about her duties to her country, and her family too. Did she think about her granddaughter rushing back from Shandong for the funeral? Did she remember her blind sister? I wiped at my tears and took a deep breath.

The time I spent in the jungles held unalloyed happiness for me, and that happiness I would now gladly share. My happiness, I believe, resulted from the fact that all wildlife is happy in its natural surroundings. In nature there is no sorrow, and no repining. A bird from a flock, or an animal from a herd, is taken by hawk or carnivorous beast and those that are left rejoice that their time had not come today, and have no thought of tomorrow.

Sometimes...I lose myself in looking back upon the ocean which I have passed, and now and then find myself surprised by a tear in reflecting upon the friends I have lost, and the scenes of distress that I have witnessed, and which I was unable to relieve. —Dr. Benjamin Rush

As she lies in the bed she weeps, for Bing, for the melting, shimmering candles, the filigree on the holiday tablecloth. She is an unwilling astronaut, bumping against the thick glass of the ship, her line tangling lazily in zero gravity, face mask fogged with fear. My sister reaches across, over the bed, and we both embrace the mother, holding her on earth, pulling her onto the ship, breathing our oxygen into her line. Ten hours later she is dead.

No wonder fairies run away from pain. They like to be entertained, and it's awfully boring.

YOU CAN CRY FROM THE INSIDE OR FROM THE OUTSIDE AND I'V BEEN CRYING FROM THE INSIDE ALL THESE YEARS

Humor doesn't come out of the good times, it comes out of the anger, pain and sorrow. Always the anger.

The hushed winds wail with feeble moan Like infant charity.

The world breaks is always breaking our bodies bear tremendous sorrow and still we stay as long as we can

To die on a dying Earth - I'd live, if only to weep.