Quotes About Sorrow

Je le revis comme je le vivrai en souvenir. Je pleure en écrivant cela, torturée par la peur qu'il soit déjà parti.

We are not programmed to bury our kids.

Prohibition makes you want to cry into your beer and denies you the beer to cry into.

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.

ORESTES: Never shall I see you again. ELECTRA: Nor I see myself in your eyes. ORESTES: This, the last time I'll talk with you ever. ELECTRA: O my homeland, goodbye. Goodbye to you, women of home. ORESTES: Most loyal of sisters, do you leave now? ELECTRA: I leave with tears blurring all that I see.

MEDEA: The gods know who was the author of this sorrow. JASON: Yes, the gods know indeed, they know your loathsome heart. MEDEA: Hate me. But I tire of your barking bitterness.

AGAMEMNON: I will not slay my children, nor shall thy interests be prospered by justice in thy vengeance for a worthless wife, while I am left wasting, night and day, in sorrow for what I did to one of my own flesh and blood, contrary to all law and justice.

What greater sorrow than being forced to leave behind my native earth?

Hurry, come hold me, though I am dead. Shed tears on my body as on my grave.

Terrible things breed in broken hearts. And I see in my mistress' eyes a fury that wont be calmed… It can't be long before her sorrow turns, as sorrow always does, into rage.

And I'm a woman made of sorrow.

Sorrow is long when love has vanished underground.

And I do not fear to say that those who are held Wise among men and who search the reasons of things Are those who bring the most sorrow on themselves.

Piangi con me, supplica il padre di non uccidere tua sorella: anche i bambini si rendono conto delle sciagure.

No cowardice, and no remembering your children, how they were your dears, or how you gave them birth. Instead for this one fleeting day forget that they are yours, and afterward take time to grieve. Although it's you who's killing them they were your lovely babes. And I'm a woman made of sorrow.

Ojalá cobraran voz mis brazos, y mis manos, y mi pelo, y mis pies, por el arte de Dédalo o de algún dios, para agarrarse todos de tus rodillas, conjurándote con llanto y con palabras de todas las clases.

One moment, one short moment - and forever sorrow.

Muse. I say to thee: Curse Odysseus, And cursèd be Diomede! For they made me childless, and forlorn for ever, of the flower of sons. Yea, curse Helen, who left the houses of Hellas. She knew her lover, she feared not the ships and sea. She called thee, called thee, to die for the sake of Paris, Belovèd, and a thousand cities She made empty of good men.

IPH. Thus much at least, does the wife of the unhappy man live? OR. She is no more. The son she brought forth, he slew her. IPH. O house all troubled! with what intent, then? [71] OR. Taking satisfaction on her for the death of his father. IPH. Alas! how well he executed an evil act of justice. [72] OR. But, though just, he hath not good fortune from the Gods.

He did not fail in love, but he lost the joy of it [...]

Here my last love had died.

He was fortified by a memory which kept only the good things and rejected the ill. Despite his sorrows, he had had a fair share of joys and these were ever fresh and accessible.

Yes I am poor man. When I was very young I used often to be drunk. Now it is very seldom. Once or two times in the year. But always I do something I am very sorry for. I think perhaps I shall get drunk tonight," he suggested, brightening.

He loved her, and he would love her until the day he was too old for loving--but he could not have her. So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.