Quotes About Sorrow

A heavy weight fell on Jo's heart as she saw her sister's face. It was no paler and but littler thinner than in the autumn, yet there was a strange, transparent look about it, as if the mortal was being slowly refined away, and the immortal shining through the frail flesh with an indescribably pathetic beauty.

but you must keep watch over your 'bosom enemy,' as Father calls it, or it may sadden, if not spoil your life. You have had a warning. Remember it, and try with heart and soul to master this quick temper, before it brings you greater sorrow and regret than you have known today.

Believe this heartily, and go to God with all your little cares, and hopes, and sins, and sorrows, as freely and confidingly as you come to your mother.

In spite of her sorrow, she enjoyed that minute very much for she was a born consoler, and, it is hardly necessary for me to add, loved this reprehensible Tom with all her heart. It was a very foolish thing for her to do, she quite agreed to that; she couldn't understand it, explain it, or help it; she only felt that she did care for him very much, in spite of his faults, his indifference, and his engagement.

His love and care never tire or change, can never be taken from you, but may become the source of lifelong peace, happiness, and strength. Believe this heartily, and go to God with all your little cares, and hopes, and sins, and sorrows, as freely and confidingly as you come to your mother.

O Christie! never think it's time to die till you are called; for the Lord leaves us till we have done our work, and never sends more sin and sorrow than we can bear and be the better for, if we hold fast by Him.

No sabes cuánto! Lo intento, pero cada día pierdo un poco más de fuerza y comprendo que no la recuperaré jamás. Es como una marea, Jo; cuando crece, va lenta, pero es imparable. —Pues debemos pararla. Tu marea no puede crecer ahora, eres demasiado joven, ¡sólo tienes diecinueve años! Beth, no puedo dejarte marchar...

If friendship were a matter of bookkeeping -- so much joy in one column, so much sorrow in the other -- everything would cancel out and you would, it seems, be left with nothing. Yet there must be another factor in the equation, for somehow the joy outweighs the sorrow.

We passed over in a sweep of sorrow that would persist into our small forever. We just keep going.

For me, this is old. I probably know what is happening better than he does because I've tried over and over to wreck myself on another human, and always failed. I fail now. For it seems that my sorrow is deep in my bones and I'd have to break every single one to let it out.

Now you listen to me, Joe. You will not badger or harrass me. You will leave me to think the way I want to think, here. I have to heal any way I can. You will stop asking questions and you will not give me any worry. You will not go after him. You will not terrify me, Joe. I've had enough fear for my whole life. You will not add to my fear. You will not add to my sorrows. You will not be part of this.

can't watch her die," he told her. "I just can't." He waited on the porch till it was over.

She's full of trivial sadness

El verdadero dolor es inefable, nos deja sordos y mudos, está más allá de toda descripción y todo consuelo. El verdadero dolor es una ballena demasiado grande para poder ser arponeada.

Y ella se despidió de todos metida en su cama eterna-cama mundo, en su velero del dolor, con la sonrisa desencajada y las manos resplandecientes de sortijas.

Acaso pueden ser generadoras de algún pequeño consuelo estas malditas muertes, después de todo?

la vida es tan tenaz, tan bella, tan poderosa, que incluso desde los primeros momentos de la pena te permite gozar de instantes de alegría:

la vida es atroz sin ti, es una angustia sin nombre, un desamparo sin fondo, una desolación sin límites.

Soporto la vida, pero no creo que nunca más pueda disfrutar en lo que me queda. No tengo un alma alegre ni serena por naturaleza

pena huele a metal frío, te dirían los perros si pudieran.

La pena es pura y es sagrada.

Grief was like a terrible burden, but at least you could lay it down by the side of the road and walk away from it. Antonia had come only a few paces, but already she could turn and look back and not weep. It wasn't anything to do with forgetting. It was just accepting. Nothing was ever so bad once you had accepted it.

Sometimes the sorrow deep inside can slowly kill as surely as disease or hunger.

Y se hubiera creído que eran sollozos los espasmos repentinos que sacudían el pecho de aquellas mujeres si sus pupilas, tercamente fijas en el altar, no estuvieran veladas