Quotes About Sorrow

What golden hour of life, what glittering moment will ever equal the pain its loss can cause?

It's when I have to acknowledge the past and all of those nameless, faceless people I'd assassinated, that I unravel inside.

Mrs. Schneiderman's theory of life was that earth held no sorrow that food could not heal.

O pity the dead that are dead, but cannot make the journey, still they moan and beat against the silvery adamant walls of life's exclusive city.

...for her whom in life thou dids't abhor, in death thou shalt adore

Songs are so all-encompassing; they're the joys and sorrows and pacing of life.

It is better to learn early of the inevitable depths, for then sorrow and death can take their proper place in life, and one is not afraid.

And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.

If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.

All my life I've always been so blue, born to lose, and now I'm losing you.

When I am completely united to You, there will be no more sorrow or trials; entirely full of You, my life will be complete.

There is quite enough sorrow and shame and suffering and baseness in real life, and there is no need for meeting it unnecessarily in fiction.

Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.

Think of the moment you count most foul in your life; conjure it, supplicate, pray to it; your face is bleak, you retract, you dare not remember it.

The rain comes down harder as I write. It sheets off the roof in torrents. I wish it would pound against me. Pound the life from my body. The flesh from my bones. The pain from my heart.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

I couldn't have felt more of lonely desolation somehow, had I been robbed of a belief or had missed my destiny in life.

If you win all the time, you lose the drama in life. To make the happy moments happy, you need the sad moments too.

My whole life sort of ended when my mom died.

Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.

Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.

Among other things, Kathryn knew, grief was physically exhausting.

The whole house seemed to exhale a melancholy breath of emptiness

God uses sorrowful tragedy to set the stage for surprising triumph-whether in this life or the life to come.