Quotes About Sorrow

The memories were so vivid that the book dropped from my hand and my eyes filled with tears.

It was as if an embankment had been swept away and I (Neel ) were floundering in a flood , trying not to drown in my grief.

Sounds of four o'clock in the morning come to him through the window: the swish of a sprinkler on the lawn, broken cries of alarm from a parked car that can no longer bear its loneliness, the low weeping of a man in the next-door apartment, on the other side of the wall, the shriek of a nightbird nearby that can perhaps already see what is hidden from you and me.

You will live in me always. Your words, your heart, your soul are all part of me. My heart is full of your memories. Thank you for the gift of your life. I will never forget you.

When my mother died, my father's early widowhood gave him social cachet he would not have had if they had divorced. He was a bigger catch for the sorrow attached.

Death is a manifestation, the complete and total embodiment of fear.

too much happiness always overflowed into tears of sorrow.

Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.

Being able to restrain my emotions isn't a great victory—it's the pitiful proof of lost love.

Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.

Too much happiness always overflows into tears of sorrow.

A psychiatrist does not want you to wake up. He tells you to dream some more, to find the pond and pour more tears into it. And really, he's just another bird drinking from your misery.

Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy.

I looked at her and saw she was crying. And I also began to cry again, that this was our fate, to live like two turtles seeing the watery world together from the bottom of the little pond.

Now you see why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy.

By then I didn't have enough feeling left in my body to cry.

Maybe all Americans who suffer from melancholy act as if they have gone mad. But I truly thought he might throw himself in the river, and I don't want his ghost visiting to keep telling me he's sorry.

Grief is when your eyes still see but have stopped looking.

Too much happiness, said the man who returned, always overflows into tears of sorrow.

No moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths, and efforts.

Night. The stars and the moon impassive, undisturbed, eternal. A little of their impassivity flows into me. They are consoling. They reduce the intensity and acuteness of human sorrow. I feel less strangled, less oppressed. I transfer to the moon and the stars some of the trust in God I once had, and realize that serenity comes from an acceptance of death. Man's life span is short. There is an end to pain.

If in a dream I could break down and sob so bitterly when I meet my daughter it is only because I know, even in the dream, that I cannot really have her. When one lets so many years intervene one gets only ghosts.

Strange that when we finally fly, the separation from the past seems easier to achieve. Height and distance from the earth seem to stabilize the spirit, to liberate it from its sorrow. We enter the consciousness of the cosmos.

Nothing is more fatal to happiness than the remembrance of happiness.