Quotes About Sorrow

Grief is a species of idleness.

The poor and the busy have no leisure for sentimental sorrow.

Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it.

My wife, poor wretch.

He cutteth off your love to the creature, that ye might learn that God only is the right owner of your love, sorrow, loss, sadness, death or the worst things that are, except sin:

The man hath penance done,And penance more will do.

They wrapped her corpse in silver, a shroud in moonglow made... with an Ancient's chain they lowered her, while in pain their eyes did fade. Oh now the storm is raging, the ship has seen its last, and she will never see the sun... as long as the bones stand strong and fast.

The Queen has been guillotined, accused of crimes beyond imagining. Last night she appeared to me in a dream, handing me her head.

The maidservants all were in love with Southampton, in a rapt, unhoping way, like a tribe of poets in love with the moon; one would have a fit of tears, then it spread to another and another, until all the house heaved with love's calamity.

I read once that sorrow looks back, worry looks around, and faith looks ahead.

I simply want to be dead. Weeping she left me with many tears and said this: Oh how badly things have turned out for us. Sappho, I swear, against my will I leave you. And I answered her: Rejoice, go and remember me. For you know how we cherished you.

We shall enjoy it As for him who finds fault, may silliness and sorrow take him!

Some say thronging cavalry, some say foot soldiers, others call a fleet the most beautiful of sights the dark earth offers, but I say it's what- ever you love best. . . . . But that reminds me: now my Anactória is gone, and I'd rather see her lovely step, her sparkling glance and her face than gaze on all the troops in Lydia in their chariots and glittering armor.

Reminded me of Anaktoria, who is gone. I would rather see her lovely step and the motion of light on her face than chariots of Lydians or ranks of footsoldiers in arms.

Sweet mother, now I cannot work the loom. Sleek Afroditi broke me with longing for a boy.

O Kypris and the Nereids, I pray you to sail my brother home unharmed and let him accomplish all that is in his heart and be released from former error and carry joy to his friends and bane to enemies and let no one bring us more grief. Let him honor me his sister. But black torment suffering for early days, citizens accused. Was it over millet seed? Pure Kypris, put aside old anger and free him from evil sorrow

Kaç kez, sana ÅŸimdi gelme, dedim Hermes, ruhlar? yuvalar?na götüren k?lavuz: ama mutsuzum, ölmek, Akheron boyunda açan ?slak nilüferleri görmek istiyorum ÅŸimdi

Virginity, virginity, where have you gone, leaving me abandoned? No longer will I come to you. No longer will I come.

She clung to him, her hands raking at the smooth skin of her shoulders, the harsh hurry of her breathing matching his, her body poised on the edge of ecstasy, and realized with a kind of anguish that this was the last time she would ever fall through the stars to earth with him, and this agony of pleasure was their farewell to each other.

The future is mysterious and frightening to you now, but in the end all will be well. There will be great happiness and great sorrow, you will have a family, you will find yourself capable of things you cannot now imagine. But you will persevere, and one day you will look around yourself and know that your life is good and that you are, in spite of all your early fears, happy.

Although there are times I'd give anything to have her back, I'm glad she went first. Losing her was like being cleft down the middle. It was the moment it all ended for me, and I wouldn't have wanted her to go through that.

Standing fur-to-fur, five foxes wailed, and the call sang of the absence that was theirs alone and of all the losses in the world. And it sang of the joy that remained.

Good-bye, Nisha, I added my farewell to my sister's. I promise, whoever did this to us is going to pay.

I shall not let a sorrow die Until I find the heart of it, Nor let a wordless joy go by Until it talks to me a bit.