Quotes About Sorrow

And almost everyone when age,Disease, or sorrows strike him,Inclines to think there is a God,Or something very like Him.

Her beauty was sold for an old man's gold,She's a bird in a gilded cage.

Verdriet kan zo vertrouwd worden dat het je houvast geeft, maar ik geef het je te doen om overeind te blijven wanneer je enige droom in één klap uitkomt.

Het is niks en het is alles. Meer stelt geluk nu eenmaal niet voor. Ik heb het gekend, daar gaat het om. Gek dat het geheugen zo veel minder indruk maakt dan ellende.

She had poisoned herself - in time.

I could tell you certain things which would convince you, but you would never know a happy day again. You would pass the rest of your life, as I pass mine, a haunted man, a man who has seen hell.

I have not moved from there to here without I think to please you, and still an everlasting funeral marches round your heart.

I may think of you softly from time to time. But I'll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.

an everlasting funeral marches round your heart.

Unhappiness was my god.

Mais, vrai, j'ai trop pleuré ! Les Aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soliel amer: L'âcre amour m'a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes. Ô que ma quille éclate ! Ô que j'aille à la mer!

But, true, I've wept too much! Dawns break hearts./ Every moon is brutal, every sun bitter.

Mais vrai, j'ai trop pleuré. Les Aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer: L'âcre amour m'a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes. O que ma quille éclate! O que j'aille à la mer!

Mais, vrai, j'ai trop pleuré! Les aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer.

Mille rêves en moi font de douces brûlure : Puis par instants mon cÅ"ur triste est comme un aubier Qu'ensanglante l'or jeune et sombre des coulures.

When they will have shot their wads, Oh, stolen heart, how will you react? There'll be a Bacchic accolade When they will have shot their wads! My stomach will surely contract If my sad heart they degrade! When they will have shot their wads, Oh, stolen heart, how will you react?

I write of love and death. What other subjects are there?

Paradise Lost is sometimes Heaven found.

Onni Rellonen skrittet med isnende kaldt hjerte mot løa, en gammel og grå bygning som ikke lenger kunne brukes til annet enn å gjøre slutt på livet.

Sometimes life is truly woeful.

The ghosts of the people we could have been and weren't ... Isn't that what it is? The people we dreamed of being, until we were forced to wake from the dream." She was talking in a monotone, as if reciting from memory a lesson learned long ago. "The ghosts of those whom once we loved but never had, of those who loved us and whose hopes we destroyed out of malice, stupidity, or ignorance.

Y así, en tales manos, España se convirtió en un páramo de luto y tristeza, empobrecida, enferma, miserable, dócil, asustada y gris, teniendo como único alivio los toros, el fútbol y la radio

What do you know about being sad?' 'I know you don't need a reason.

My whole body felt weak and hollow, like in one moment it might forget how to move, how to stand, how to breathe.