Quotes About Sorrow

The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.

Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night

When beauty grows too great to bear How shall I ease me of its ache, For beauty more than bitterness Makes the heart break.

I have shut my heart As one shuts an open door, That Love may starve therein And trouble me no more.

A Cry Oh, there are eyes that he can see, And hands to make his hands rejoice, But to my lover I must be Only a voice. Oh, there are breasts to bear his head, And lips whereon his lips can lie, But I must be till I am dead Only a cry.

asked the heaven of stars What I should give my love— It answered me with silence, Silence above. I asked the darkened sea Down where the fishers go— It answered me with silence, Silence below. Oh, I could give him weeping, Or I could give him song— But how can I give silence, My whole life long?

Every time that love has made me weep, I have rejoiced that love could be so strong.

It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.

But sorrow was an old friend by now, and she welcomed it in, embraced it, and then moved on to the business of being both freshly married and queen. Whatever mistakes she'd made, Aratay still needed her. Life goes on, and we live with our choices, she thought, and then smiled at herself, wondering when she'd become sanctimonious inside her own head. Maybe for my next feat, I'll become a wise queen. ,/i>

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ryTay! Alas! I am very sorry to say That ninety lives have been taken away On the last Sabbath day of1879, Which will be remember'd for a very long time.

. . . why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow.

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

A lot of the time, I'm just smart enough to be unhappy.

How can my old photographs fail to create in me a feeling of emptiness and sorrow? They make me acutely aware that this second deprivation will be final this time.

Sorrow is not a raven perched persistently above a chamber door. Sorrow is a thing with teeth, and while in time it retreats, it comes back at the whisper of it's name.

"Dreamers and dreaming dead, lots of them from neither here nor there with no chance of getting home again, lost in place and time.

Abruptness is an eloquence in parting, when spinning out the time is but the weaving of new sorrow.

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of mortal life.

I have noticed that after a time of deep sorrow the greatest comfort may come from a person you do not know well.

It is the lot of man to suffer; it is also his fortune to forget. Oblivion and sorrow share our being, as darkness and light divide the course of time.

Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.

Humanity needs to weep, and this is the time to weep.

The creation itself is full of griefs. How can one understand joy if there is no sorrow? And how can everyone be happy at the same time?

Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free.