Quotes About Sorrow

The source of sorrow is the pride of saying "I," It's fostered and increased by false belief in self. To this you may believe that there is no redress, But meditation on no-self will be the supreme way.

Nothing stood between Sheryl's heart and skin. She was whole in her sorrow, perfectly connected inside and out, soul and body united, swaying with complete abandon to a dirge that only she could hear.

Ma fille, malheureusement, ou heureusement, tout le monde ne peut pas accéder au bonheur, que ce soit dans la vie ou dans une histoire. Le bonheur des uns engendre du malheur chez les autres. C'est triste, mais c'est ainsi...

One day you're going to remember me and how much I loved you... then you're going to hate yourself for letting me go.

Sorrow has the fortunate peculiarity that it preys upon itself. It dies of starvation. Since it is essentially an interruption of habits, it can be replaced by new habits. Constituting, as it does, a void, it is soon filled up by a real horror vacuum.

Every moment of enjoyment Brings to some one else a sorrow, But your sorrow gladdens no one, For from sorrow naught but sorrow springs.

I cried a river of tears but he was too heavy to float on them. So I dragged him with me these years across an ocean.

the day I die will never come tis' that day should be the day I die as I die I shall lie as ashes with the ones I love most

The conception of "I am not" must of necessity follow the conception of "I am," because of its grammar, as surely in this world of sorrow night follows day. The recognition of pain as such, implies the idea of pleasure, and so with all ideas. By this duality, let him remember to laugh at all times, recognize all things, resist nothing; then there is no conflict, incompatibility or compulsion as such.

Find expression for a sorrow and it will become dear to you. Find expression for a joy, and you will intensify its ecstasy.

September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror's sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles' wings.--from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001

Now that I've lost you it kills me to say I tried to hold on as you slowly slipped away I'm losing the fight I've treated you so wrong Now let me make it right

Ripped his heart out right before his eyes, eyes over easy

Happiness we can only find in ourselves, it is a waste of time to seek for it from others, few have any to spare. Sorrow we have to bear alone as best we can, it is not fair to try to shift it on others, be they men or women. We have to fight our own battles and strike as hard as we can, born fighters as we are.

Sen benim keyfimin kâhyas? m?s?n? Ä°ster aÄŸlar?m, ister gene aÄŸlar?m.

Stupid girl. Now she was going to have to die.

When my father died of cancer in 1991, he left me with the assurance that he was headed to a better place. He used to always tell me that I was getting the raw end of the deal because I had to stick around here.

I knew the coronavirus was a real thing, but it really hit home when my aunt died, and it was really hard to watch my mom go through that with her sister.

The most heart-wrenching responsibility I have as Governor is to meet a family at the airport as they stand silently waiting for the military casket of their loved one to come home.

As a father I can't imagine the pain of digging my own child's grave.

Grief is the great equalizer.

There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.

Grief is exhausting.

Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting.