Quotes About Sorrow

He'd killed Newt. He'd shot his own friend in the head.

He finally pulled it all back into his heart, sucking in the painful tide of his misery.

There's a lady slumped on the edge of the landing and her face is gone, replaced by melted skin and blood. Mark feels as if he's been given a glimpse into hell.

I'm sorry, Tom, she answered back, in his mind once again. But thanks for being our sacrifice.

La daga golpeó el pecho de Chuck con un ruido húmedo y desagradable,

But happiness had been ripped from their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.

MÁTAME. SI ALGUNA VEZ HAS SIDO MI AMIGO, MÁTAME.

All stone and dark wood, it had held up for the most part, though it now had a faded, sad look, as if losing its former occupants had stolen its soul away.

All the while, he thinks of his parents. His little sister. In his mind he sees them burning somewhere. He sees Madison screaming. And his heart breaks.

And when she left, it was like opening up that vast void within all over again.

They got inside somehow. They're taking me to live with the other Cranks. It's for the best. Thanks for being my friends. Goodbye.

Those who have lost an infant are never, in a way, without an infant.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.

She had enormous gray eyes and knees that made you cry they were so sorry looking and knobby. If there is some part of every loved one that will make you cry to contemplate it, such for Joe were these poor, sad, bony knees of Sally Buck.

Enough human sorrow had been aired on this bench below them over the centuries for them to understand when a mother mistook a daughter for a part of herself, a part that stood for something she did not like. Two people suffer whenever that mistake is made. Blank

Our hearts cry out,

And she can be found in the hearts of those who feel that, above almost all the saints, she is the one who most understands what it means to be a human being who suffers and rejoices in everyday life. Her life—at once simple and complex, clear and opaque, childlike and mature, humble and bold, joyful and sorrowful—has spoken to millions of people. It spoke to my friend David. And it spoke to me, from the first moment I met her, in that little movie theater in Connecticut.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

The emotional equivalent of jet lag is the end of a love affair and yet you, foolish and besotted lover, won't let go. You're still keeping time by his sun and moon, waking when he wakes, and sleeping only when he closes his eyes.

If you get lonesome enough, Carrie knew, you'll even call the police.

Kady!' ... 'Jake!' riep ze. Toen rolde de golf over haar heen en veranderde haar in steen.

Leopold did not have to touch it to know to whom it belonged. It was as familiar as his own palm. It was his rosary, lost when he fell from the train. He closed his eyes. Look how far I have fallen, my Lord . . . He remembered Bernard so bowed by sorrow, so stricken by grief. Over me . . . a traitor.

The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.