Quotes About Sorrow

This book is written in blood. Is it written entirely in blood? No, some of it is written in tears.

Empty calories taste so good when you're down in the dumps.

This is no place for anyone with a heart.

Peter sank. "I'd give anything to see time.

May wished more than anything that she could show them both how much she loved them. She felt very sorry. Her whole heart was sorry for everything she had ever done to worry them. She closed her eyes and tried to send her love all the way to Earth. She didn't know if it could travel that far.

Ohhh," Pumpkin moaned. May moaned in her heart too.

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who loses a child.

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

When trees burn, they leave the smell of heartbreak in the air.

How many times must hope die before tears were too deep to bear?

A bitter ending' said Yarvi. 'Many sweet stories have them', said Jaud.

Funny how a person hung on to things that weren't of no use at all but then those were the things that pierced the soul when a body lost them.

No mother should lose her child.

Time passes and I am still not through it. Grief isn't something you get over. You live with it. You go on on with it lodged in you. Sometimes I feel like I have swallowed a pile of stones. Grief makes me heavy. It makes me slow. Even on days when I laugh a lot, or dance, or finish a project, or meet a deadline, or celebrate, or make love, it is there. Lodged deep inside of me.

Grief made people guilty. Guilty for being five minutes late, for taking the wrong streetcar, for ignoring a couph or sleeping too soundly. Guilt and grief went hand in hand.

People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.

Moonlight beams through his eyelids and he can see, as if it's the lake in front of him, the pain and loss he's been swimming in for years. In the moonlight, though, the pain is revealed to be love. The emotions are entwined; they are the two sides of the same gleaming coin.

Edward wasn't supposed to leave Jordan, though. They were meant to age together. That loss continues to be spiked with pain; it will never be soothed. And he can see, objectively, that Shay's life without him would have been woven with different moments, friends or lack of friends, different fights with Besa, different books and different struggles.

He's been sucker-punched by memories of his brother. This happens sometimes, and he knows he has to ride the memories out.

He closes his eyes for a second, and Edward sees the lines of pain on Gary's face; they're the same lines—carved by loss—that engrave Edward's whole self, and the boy shudders in recognition.

When your love for a person is so profound that it's part of who you are, then the absence of the person becomes part of your DNA, your bones, and your skin.

In the moonlight, though, the pain is revealed to be love. The emotions are entwined; they are the two sides of the same gleaming coin.

He looks down at his busted legs, to avoid seeing the lethal sky.