Quotes About Sorrow

For a moment they still lived and I experienced their deaths as a fresh loss with each waking, so that I was unsure whether I was a man waking from a dream of death or a dreamer entering a world of loss, a man dreaming of unhappiness or a man waking to grief.

When she was taken from me it was like the death of a world, an infinite number of futures coming to an end.

I learned something that day: there may be worse things than arriving somewhere with your dog and leaving without him, but there aren't many.

When it comes time, you only have to ask. You call our names, you hear? You call our names. Parker put his head in his hands and wept.

And, in the darkness, David closed his eyes as all that was lost was found again.

Life seemed entirely composed of weeping faces, old men sneaking up bedroom-stairs, tombstones with spittle trickling down, and black-edged calling-cards. He felt as if the First Cause of the Universe were a small, malignant grub, radiating a deadly blight in withering, centrifugal air-waves!

I couldn't weep here, any more than I could hope. Of course he couldn't stay: and much as I wanted him by me, I wanted even more that my friend have what he wanted for himself.

So much not to ask. It was a great art, that one. He had learned to deploy it as skillfully as a surgeon his art, or a poet his. To listen; to nod; to act on what he was told as though he understood it; not to offer criticism or advice, except of the mildest kind, just to show his interest and concern; to puzzle out. To stroke Sophie's hair, and try not to deflect her sadness; to wonder how she had gone on with such a life, with such a sorrow at its heart, and never ask.

I used to think, in Belaire, that maybe you had gone to live with the List, and it hadn't suited you, and that one spring they'd bring you home dead. From homesickness. I saw how you would look, pale and sad." "I did die," she said. "It was easy.

When peace like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul.

When I died last, and dear, I dieAs often as from thee I go.

Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,Which was my sin, though it were done before?Wilt thou forgive that sin; through which I run,And do run still: though still I do deplore?When thou hast done, thou hast not done,For, I have more.

Sweetest love, I do not go,For weariness of thee,Nor in hope the world can showA fitter love for me;But since that IMust die at last, 'tis best,To use my self in jestThus by feign'd deaths to die.

I fix mine eye on thine, and there Pity my picture burning in thine eye...

Stay, O sweet, and do not rise; The light that shines comes from thine eyes; The day breaks not, it is my heart, Because that you and I must part.

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more if future fortunes were known before!

Just let yourself be broken and humiliated. Just your whole life, keep telling people, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

There is no part of my life, upon which I can look back without pain.

Every loss of life is terrible.

My beautiful wife is dead. She meant everything to me. Her laughter, her tears and her joy will remain with me the rest of my life.

Be serious. Life hurts. Reflect what hurts. I don't mean that you can't also be funny, or have fun, but at the end of the day, stories are about what you lose.

A shattered illusion is a sorrowful experience; but a life without illusion is a sorrowful life

My heart is empty & my life has no value anymore. Each moment a thousand tears.

I can't believe we will forget our sorrows altogether. That would mean forgetting that we had lived, humanly speaking. Sorrow seems to me to be a great part of the substance of human life.