Quotes About Sorrow

But for sorrow there is no remedy provided by nature; it is often occasioned by accidents irreparable, and dwells upon objects that have lost or changed their existence; it requires what it cannot hope, that the laws of the universe should be repealed; that the dead should return or the past should be recalled.

Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away.

One of the brides, I forget which, fainted away; another half-fainted — Sav'd by timely salts: The third, poor soul, wept heartily — as I suppose I shall do, on Tuesday.

Unhappy, indeed, must the woman be, who has drawn upon her the helpless pity of the man she loves!

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.

Grief was an illness with me. Unfortunately it's incurable. I've just learned to live with it.

Will was dead, but Missouri Ann was going to have a baby. Birth and death were God's way, she told herself. Joy and sorrow were joined together.

Sometimes it seemed as if the burden of each death was added to the others until she was bowed under the weight of dead souls.

Sweet wine from Spain and gossip from France; the sun in the windows dimmed, sorrowed prettily as the day declined, until the candles' light was mirrored in the glass. Their dabbling flames were like guesses at a feeling, the hearth's fire like the feeling itself. It was a beautiful pastime she had missed; hours that had stepped light-footed on Emilia's memory and passed on.

At last he had risen to hold forth tragically about the misfortune that it was to be alive.

More than any of us, she had written her own story; yet she could not wash it out with all her tears, return to her victims what she had torn from them, and by so doing, save herself...

Celeste had haar verdriet nog geen plaats weten te geven. Het had haar overweldigd, haar overspoeld als een gruwelijke vloedgolf van pijn en verdriet waardoor een onneembare barrière was ontstaan, een slotgracht die haar insloot en die voor niemand te overbruggen was.

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

To laugh is to dare, because laughter dares fate and sorrow and the weight of all injustices.

I should have loved,' Hal said after a very long silence. Neville's eyes filled with tears. ' Aye. You Should have loved.

It seems there's nothing so good or pure it can't be taken without a moment's notice. And then in the end, it all gets taken anyway.

Her door is cracked only a tiny bit, and her room is dark. Through the crack I can see her legs on the bed and hear her crying. Not like the big sobbing you do when something tragic and unexpected happens. It's the quiet kind of crying that can go for hours, when over and over again you try to stop, try to tell yourself it's going to be okay, but another part of yourself can't stop thinking about the thing that's breaking your heart.

I was the only one who ever went in there, and when I did the air always smelled stale and strange, pent up like the sorrow my mother carried in her shoulders, her heart, and her face.

She never got a chance to fall out of love, to do it properly, slowly and thoroughly, and the result was he was like a phantom limb. Gone but still there. And like a true phantom limb, the preponderance of feelings associated with him were painful.

She had kept her sadness so carefully lidded these last two days that it had thickened into a stock so rich she could smell the salt before she tasted it. Caroline's throat narrowed so she could scarcely draw breath. Only a long thin note, too high to hear, seeped steadily through to warm the roof of her mouth.

Entonces empezó a llorar. No se si era por el dolor que sentía o por el dolor que acababa de provocar.

Going up, Herzong found a bouquet of violets, dropped from the hand of a woman. Perhaps a bride. Little perfume remained in them, but they made him remember... These violets smelled to him like female tears. He gave them a burial in the trash ca, hoping they had not dropped from a disappointed hand.

O Lord! he concluded, forgive all these trespasses. Lead me not into Penn Station.