Quotes About Sorrow

Pois, por ora, a dor da perda é mais pesada que as areias ou os mares, ela pensou. Este mundo me privou de tudo, exceto do propósito mais antigo de todos: a vida de amanhã.

Usul, você está chorando — Chani murmurou. — Usul, minha força, você está oferecendo umidade aos mortos? Aos mortos de quem? — Àqueles que ainda não morreram.

Cool your sorrow—we've the diversions for it; three things there are that ease the heart—water, green grass, and the beauty of woman.

I'm sitting up in the bed with my knees pulled to my chest and there are tears that won't come to my eyes but beat instead like a small sea around my heart.

Michael zice c?-i pare r?u de viermii albi, dar noi È™tim c? lui îi pare rau de tot ce vieÈ›uieÈ™te pe lume.

The more loss we feel, the more grateful we should be for whatever it was we had to lose. It means that we had something worth grieving for . The ones I'm sorry for are the ones that go through life not knowing what grief is.

The stars fell one by one into his eyes and burnt.

I stood leaning on the gates of hell with a cigarette in my mouth, and some trees were on fire and they resembled lilies in their white eternal flames, and I knew it appeared to the others that I was callously watching the world unravel.

Every thing you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.

I can't feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.

I hate everything that does not relate to literature, conversations bore me (even when they relate to literature), to visit people bores me, the joys and sorrows of my relatives bore me to my soul. Conversation takes the importance, the seriousness, the truth, out of everything I think.

All I did there, after all, was to bemoan what I could not bemoan upon your breast.

An und für sich ist uns das Lachen immer nah; trotz allem Jammer unseres Lebens ist ein leises Lachen bei uns gewissermaßen immer zu Hause.

Yet Gregor's sister was playing so beautifully. Her face was leant to one side, following the lines of music with a careful and melancholy expression. Gregor crawled a little further forward, keeping his head close to the ground so that he could meet her eyes if the chance came.

Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.

He had vented all his woes and now they might as well see the few rags that covered his body, after which they could carry him away.

O tu sei mia e tutto va bene, o invece ti perdo e allora... non c'è niente, ...niente di niente.

Amália sorriu e, apesar de triste, o sorriso iluminou o rosto sombrio e fechado, fez falar o que silenciava, tornou familiar o que era estranho: era a entrega de um segredo, de uma posse até então bem guardada, que na verdade podia ser tomada outra vez de volta, mas nunca por completo.

Mein Schreiben handelte von Dir, ich klagte dort ja nur, was ich an Deiner Brust nicht klagen konnte.

he was soon believing that all his sorrows would soon be finally at an end.

If ever that door offers itself to me again, I swore, I will go in out of this dust and heat, out of this dry glitter of vanity, out of these toilsome futilities. I will go and never return. This time I will stay... I swore it and when the time came — I DIDN'T GO.

I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

Each day holds a surprise. But only if we expect it can we see, hear, or feel it when it comes to us. Let's not be afraid to receive each day's surprise, whether it comes to us as sorrow or as joy It will open a new place in our hearts, a place where we can welcome new friends and celebrate more fully our shared humanity.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?