Quotes About Sorrow

Tears do not flow without reason.

Remember, tears on one side mean laughs on the other!

She wasn't a bird in a cage. A bird in a cage, when the cage is opened, can still fly away. She was a bird embroidered onto a screen — a white bird in clouds of gold stitched onto a screen of melancholy satin. The years passed; the bird's feathers darkened, mildewed, and were eaten by moths, but the bird stayed on the screen even in death.

Alive, her body belonged to him; dead, she was his ghost.

This …this shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry." "Sorry?" Weak laughter bubbled up in her. Sorry was for when you stepped on someone's toe, or when you knocked over a lamp. Not for when you crushed someone's entire world.

Let your tears come. Let them water your soul.

Og ástin blómstrar – eða fölnar. Það er ekkert ljós án skugga, engin hamingja án óhamingju. Ástin kemur alltaf við sögu.

want to go on living even after my death! And therefore I am grateful to God for giving me this gift, this possibility of developing myself and of writing, of expressing all that is in me. I can shake off everything if I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn. ANNE FRANK

I gave in continuously, with painful pleasure, to waves of unhappiness.

Is it so easy—I thought—to die in the life of the people we can't live without?

I cried and cried, as if I had carelessly lost somewhere the most promising part of myself.

It was as if, because of an evil spell, the joy or sorrow of on required the sorrow or joy of the other; even our physical aspect, it seemed to me, shared in that swing.

El amor es una enfermedad muy triste, Clementina, muy triste...–exclamó Rosalía.

Quisiera no tener memoria o convertirme en el piadoso polvo para escapar a la condena de mirarme.

El olor de la muerte es inconfundible; es un olor a cuerpo sin alma. Las pequeñas cabezas de muñecas, los carritos de niños, las partituras de música, el almanaque, los restos de múltiples colchones, ropas desperdigadas, sólo el teclado de un piano, tendido de fatiga sobre la tierra, todo ello conforma el lenguaje de los escombros.

Nunca hemos llorado tanto como en esos días, sí, nosotras las mujeres. Como si quisiéramos lavar a fuerza de lágrimas todas las imágenes, todos los muros, todas las aristas, todas las bancas de piedra manchadas de sangre de Tlatelolco, todas las huellas de los cuerpos desangrándose en los rincones... Pero es mentira que las imágenes se lavan a fuerza de lágrimas. Allí siguen en la memoria. • Perla Vérez de Aguilera, madre de familia

as for unhappy families, star-crossed lovers, and exiled heroes, they are simply universal.

Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.

Again, as wine when drunk helps to put an end to our sorrow and brings gladness to the heart, so also the spiritual wine brings joy to the soul. - St. John Chrysostom

Some wars are unavoidable and need well be fought, but this doesn't erase warfare's waste. Sorry, we must say to the mothers whose son's die horribly. This will never end. Sorry.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him... The land of tears is so mysterious.

I am in mourning for my life. I am unhappy.

The salty fluid of life... the crystal-clear blood of the earth... That's what it is, Farhad. Tears. - Nitish