Quotes About Sorrow

My life is in denial. And when I die, baptized in eternal fire, I'll shed many tears.

I shall be richer all my life for this sorrow

Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.

Her absence in my life was so painful that it was a presence.

All my life, she gave to me a shovel and said, Fill these holes inside of me, Pari.

I'd spare your tears for the rest of your life if I could.

The worst moment of one's life could be seared into the memory, brighter than any joy.

Daniel had ruined that couple's life. Killed their daughter. All because he'd been some hotshot angel who saw something he wanted and went after it.

Red hair is my life long sorrow.

I sighed. "What is life but fleeting moments of happiness strung together on necklace of despair?

It formed into small drops on his weather beaten features, drops that rolled down his cheeks. Strangely, some of them tasted like salt.

And then the world turned red, then black. And there was nothing any more.

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,Sorrow calls no time that's gone;Violets plucked, the sweetest rainMakes not fresh nor grow again.

'Tis Pity She's a Whore.

These things I shall remember by the way, and often they may seem to be the very tale itself, as when I was living them in happiness and sorrow. But now that I can see it all as from a lonely hilltop, I know it was the story of a mighty vision given to a man too weak to use it; of a holy tree that should have flourished in a people's heart with flowers and singing birds, and now is withered; and of a people's dream that died in bloody snow.

you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ...

what is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? - have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul...

sorrow binds us - I will always cherish you - my only disillusionment is unspoken words ...

the most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep...

a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...

I've gotten really hot since you went blind.

This is one of the defining sorrows of books: that we cannot see one another.

Campania is Italy's poorest region and in many respects its saddest.

Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.