Quotes About Sorrow

A alma chora pelo que não existe.

Tristeza é parte da vida. Ela é a reação natural da alma diante da perda de algo que se ama. O mundo está luminoso e claro – mas há algo, uma perda, que faz tudo ficar triste.

Ah! A vida é bela! O mundo é belo! É por isso que toda despedida é triste. E é isso que eu sinto: que a morte é uma saudade sem remédio.

Sometimes, I get this familiar ache in my heart and a sense of stabbing emptiness around my ribcage. I don't even know what brings it on; it's just familiar like a horrible visitor. What brings me to my knees though, is the even bigger heart-hurt when I recognize this ghastly guest is back again.

The number of casualties will be more than any of us can bear ultimately.

...smiles come best from those who weep. Lightning, then the rain-laughter.

Where will you plant your grief-seeds? We need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruit other than sorrow and joy.

Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands. The grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies. I bear you, a light burden, to the shrouded sands, Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the sea's making Mist-garlanded, with all grey weeds of the water crowned. There you'll be laid, past fear of sleep or hope of waking; And over the unmoving sea, without a sound.

We cannot prevent sorrow and pain and tragedy. And yet, when we look around us, we find that the majority of people are actually enjoying life!

When I think of the sacrifice yet to be offered and the hearts and homes yet to be made desolate before this dreadful war is over, my heart is like lead within me, and I feel at times like hiding in a deep darkness.

To someone who has not had a parent stolen from them, I can only attempt to explain how it feels. It's like having part of yourself hacked off without warning. Afterwards, they become like a phantom limb: you're sure they're still present because you can feel them, you communicate with them, but you just can't see them.

I don't want logic right now. I just want to wallow in misery.

You break my sleep And something like my heart.

THE TALKING FISH My love's eyes are red as the sargasso With lights behind the iris like a cephalopod's. The weeds move slowly, November's diatoms Stain the soft stagnant belly of the sea. Mountains, atolls, coral reefs, Do you desire me? Am I among the jellyfish of your griefs? I comb my sorrows singing; any doomed sailor can hear The rising and falling bell and begin to wish For home. There is no choice among the voices Of love. Even a carp sings.

Every night passes grief-stricken, weeping.

The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one you'll never have.

All I was trying to do when they caught me was bury my mother in an unmarked grave.

Ne olurdu? Birbirimize birkaç sene sonra tesadüf etmi? olsayd?k! O zaman hayat?m?z belki bamba?ka bir ?ekil al?rd?. O zaman sana tabi olur ve bundan zevk duyard?m. Fakat ?imdi, hiçbir faydas? olmad???n? bile bile, yanl?? ve manas?z buldu?um ?eylere oyuncak olmak, bütün sevgime ra?men imkâns?z

Kaybedilen en k?ymetli e?yan?n, servetin, her türlü dünya saadetinin ac?s? zamanla unutuluyor. Yaln?z kaç?r?lan f?rsatlar asla ak?ldan ç?km?yor ve her hat?rlay??ta insan?n içini s?zlat?yor. Bunun sebebi herhalde "bu böyle olmayabilirdi!" dü?üncesi, yoksa insan mukadder telakki etti?i ?eyleri kabule her zaman haz?r.

Kendisinden daha dün ayr?lm?? gibi taze bir hasret duydum. Kaybedilen en k?ymetli e?yan?n, servetin, her türlü dünya saadetinin ac?s? zamanla unutuluyor. Yaln?z kaç?r?lan f?rsatlar asla ak?ldan ç?km?yor ve her hat?rlay??ta insan?n içini s?zlat?yor. Bunun sebebi herhalde, "Bu öyle olmayabilirdi!" dü?üncesi, yoksa insan mukadder telakki etti?i ?eyleri kabule her zaman haz?r.

Ak?t?p gözüm ya??n? Hat?rlar?m gülü?ünü; K?v?rc?k saçl? ba??n? Gö?süme koyamad???m!

death of Ophelia while she was bringing Sebastian into the world. No

lake and drop dead. Only Yudhishthira, the eldest of them, is left. Always the humble and