Quotes About Sorrow

Brush those tears from your eyes And try and realize That from now on I'll always be true. I went away But I didn't mean to stay And I will regret it until my dying day.

Death devours all lovely things;Lesbia with her sparrowShares the darkness—presentlyEvery bed is narrow.

Death devours all lovely things: Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness - presently Every bed is narrow. Unremembered as old rain Dries the sheer libation; And the little petulant hand Is an annotation. After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Just because it perished? — Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Passer Mortuus Est," Second April . (New York: Mitchell Kennerley, 1921)

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain,— Dawn will find them still again; This has neither wax nor wane, Neither stop nor start.

Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door— Neither loud nor soft, But as long accustomed— Under Sorrow's hand?

You leave me much against my will.

And what are you that, missing you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall? I know a man that's a braver man And twenty men as kind, And what are you, that you should be The one man in my mind? Yet women's ways are witless ways, As any sage will tell,— And what am I, that I should love So wisely and so well?

Llora por lo que ha perdido, mientras observa esa foto que rememora una tarde de victoria. Y llora, tal vez, por todas las veces que le ha tocado perder. Uno nunca llora por una sola cosa, cada vez que llora.

Parece que la quiero, Ofelia. Mil perdones, pero me

There is beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere.

There is a certain animal vitality in most of us which carries us through any trouble but the absolutely overwhelming. Only a fool has no sorrow, only an idiot has no grief - but then only a fool and an idiot will let grief and sorrow ride him down into the grave.

The sensation of freedom was exhilarating, though tinged with a shade of loneliness, a touch of sorrow. The old dream of total independence, beholden to no man and no woman, floated above his days like smoke from a pipe dream, like a silver cloud with a dark lining. For even Hayduke sensed, when he faced the thing directly, that the total loner would go insane. Was insane. Somewhere in the depths of solitude, beyond wildness and freedom, lay the trap of madness.

Wordless, it rises and falls in hemidemisemitones of unearthly misery. The dirge of the damned

He who doth not smoke hath either known no great griefs, or refuseth himself the softest consolation, next to that which comes from heaven.

Nobody heard her tears; the heart is a fountain of weeping water which makes no noise in the world.

There is nothing sadder than a drunk in the rain wishing you well.

Miserable comforters are ye all.

In much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.

Mordecai rent his clothes, and put on sackcloth with ashes.

If tears could build a stairway, And memories a lane, I'd walk right up to Heaven And bring you home again.

Nobody knows the trouble I've seen,Nobody knows but Jesus.

Hope is grief's best music.

Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow.

Jesus wept.