Quotes About Sorrow

Jerusalem, my happy home,When shall I come to thee?When shall my sorrows have an end?Thy joys when shall I see?

I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.

Happiness make you smile, Sorrow can crush you.

Mentre io piango come piangono i pini dentro la brocca di resina senza che nessuno se ne accorga [...]

He says, "I saved her only to hear her die.

Here's Coleridge, in 1804, when he turned thirty-two: 'Yesterday was my Birth Day. So completely has a whole year passed, with scarcely the fruits of a month. - O Sorrow and Shame...I have done nothing!

She was crying now, quietly, inhaling so vehemently it was as if she were trying to suck the tears back into her eyes.

I saved her only to hear her die.

his heart laced with regret.

split by the knobs of her vertebrae. She used to fall asleep holding his index finger in her fist. She used to sprawl with her books beneath the key pound bench and move her hands like spiders across the pages. "Am I to stay here?" "With Madame. And Etienne." He hands her a towel and helps her climb onto the tile and waits outside

Nothing will be healed in this kitchen. Some griefs can never be put right.

All of it is burning. Every memory he ever made.

His longing is such that Rex's absence becomes something like a presence, a scalpel left behind in his gut.

In much wisdom is much sorrow, and in ignorance is much wisdom."]·

In much wisdom is much sorrow, and in ignorance is much wisdom.

There are no more gates within him, no more divisions. It is as if everything he has done in his life has pooled together inside him and slops dully against his edges. His mother, the man he has killed, the languishing garden--he will never be able to live it down, never live through it, never live enough to compensate for all the things he has stolen.

We think that mercy is a sweeter and easier thing than justice, but it is not so; for justice takes us as we are, but mercy assaults us and batters at the gates of our heart, demanding that we be made new...Sometimes sorrow is easier than joy, and despair more comforting that hope.

in the night, seeing that all hope was gone, every single man committed suicide.

to live is to harbour so many profound losses.

I loved the Boy with the utmost love Of which my soul is capable, And he is taken from me – Yet in the agony of my spirit In surrendering such a treasure I feel a thousand times richer Than if I had never possessed it.

One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl, Four for a boy, Five for silver, Six for gold, Seven for a secret, Never to be told.

When he thought about her, he no longer wanted to live.

metrosexual for this folly? This was where he had died. I was reminded

Many corpses will be floating in the sea.