Quotes About Sorrow

My dream was dead in my arms.

Man cannot grieve as dogs do. But we grieve for many years.

Men cannot grieve as dogs do. But we grieve for many years.

You've the saddest song of any man I've ever known." The

It was then that he discovered he had no more tears to cry.

She could weep no tears, for all hers had been spent.

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

She touched her fingertip to his wet face and brought away a tear. Amazed, he did the same. He tasted this river his own eyes had rained. "It tastes of salt!" he exclaimed. "It tastes like the sea!" "Mine too!" she laughed through her own tears, and he touched and tasted hers as well. "It's as if humans kept a sign of the mother sea in ourselves, a secret token of grief or gladness.

Crying will release the sorrowful thoughts on the mind.

Suddenly, someone who was at the center of your life is gone, excised as quickly as an apple is cored, a sharp spike driven down the center of your world, then a cruel flick of the wrist and the almost surgical extraction of your very heart.

Great griefs are mute.

That's grief, man. It gets in you. Your body carries it. It's embedded.

Tears came to my eyes and grief ambushed me, as if it had been lying in wait all along.

It's said that great sorrow is no more than a reflection of one's capacity for great joy.

Every woman who enters the sea carries a coffin on her back," she warned the gathering. "In this world, in the undersea world, we tow the burdens of a hard life. We are crossing between life and death every day.

My writing is soaked with the tears of my heart, An invisible rebellion that no man can see. Let our life stories become tragic art. Oh, Mama, oh, sisters, hear me, hear me.

It's said that great sorrow is no more than a reflection of one's capacity for great joy. I see it from the opposite direction. I'm happy, but there's an empty space inside me that will never stop suffering from the loss of Yan-yeh.

In my life, no three miles have been flat and no three days have had sun. I've been brave in the past, but now I'm beyond devastated. My grief is like dense clouds that cannot be dispersed. I can't think beyond the blackness of my clothes and heart.

This is how things were: heavyhearted, but done in the traditional manner. THE

Every woman who goes into the sea carries a coffin on her back. In this world, in the undersea world, we tow the burdens of this hard life." Then I added a few words of my own. "Please be careful today and every day.

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It's said that great sorrow is no more than a reflection of one's capacity for great joy.

There was something eternal about loss, something endless. You could always lose the things you had, but you couldn't always get back the things you lost.

Something about her called away a piece of him, and it floated through the air and she breathed it in, and it was forever lost to her.