Quotes About Sorrow

her eyes closed against some unimagined darkness, where she is buried in an ache in which nothing makes sense.

That I was sleeping at a time when my husband was dying is so horrible a thought, I can't confront it.

Marianne's face was streaked with tears that glistened like acid and her skin was drained of color and she could not bring herself to look at Dr. Oakley behind his desk, nor at Corrine.

Y después el sollozo. Otra vez el llanto suave pero agudo, y la pena haciendo retroceder su cuerpo. —Han matado a tu padre. —¿Y a ti quién te mató, madre?

Her iç çekiÅŸ insan?n yitirdiÄŸi bir yudum yaÅŸamd?r.

La tierra, «este valle de lágrimas»

Eso es malo. Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.

Salió fuera y miró el cielo. Llovían estrellas. Lamentó aquello porque hubiera querido ver un cielo quieto. Oyó el canto de los gallos. Sintió la envoltura de la noche cubriendo la tierra. La tierra, "este valle de lágrimas".

I shall be richer all my life for this sorrow

Going up the path she felt that she was crying silently inside, drowning in desolate unshed tears.

Another Weeping Woman Pour the unhappiness out From your too bitter heart, Which grieving will not sweeten. Poison grows in this dark. It is in the water of tears Its black blooms rise. The magnificent cause of being, The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world Leaves you With him for whom no phantasy moves, And you are pierced by a death.

The greatest griefs are silent.

Nought but vast sorrow was there—The sweet cheat gone.

Away There is no sorrow Time heals never; No loss, betrayal, Beyond repair. Balm for the soul, then, Though grave shall sever Lover from loved And all they share. See the sweet sun shines The shower is over; Flowers preen their beauty, The day how fair! Brood not too closely On love, on duty; Friends long forgotten May wait you where Life with death Brings all to an issue; None will long mourn for you, Pray for you, miss you, Your place left vacant, You not there.

In failure or in success, in health or sickness, in sorrow or joy, man must turn to God, must trust in God, believing in him more each day, loving him more each day, in preparation for a future life with him.

Er dachte bereits daran, in sein Gasthaus der Tränen zu gehen und sich dort aufzuhängen, an einem Strick aus Traumfäden.

paroxysms of weeping.

It hurts when they're gone. And it doesn't matter if it's slow or fast, whether it's a long drawn-out disease or an unexpected accident. When they're gone the world turns upside down and you're left holding on, trying not to fall off.

Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyesMay weep, but never see,A night of memories and of sighsI consecrate to thee.

The damps of autumn sink into the leaves and prepare them for the necessity of their fall; and thus insensibly are we, as years close around us, detached from our tenacity of life by the gentle pressure of recorded sorrow.

With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.

But probably my favorite music, believe it or not, is sad music.

She sat for a few minutes in the company of her bitter regrets...

The author Karen Blixen once said, "All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story or tell a story about them." But what if a person can't tell a story about his sorrows? What if his story tells him?