Quotes About Sorrow

I thought I would get calmer, surer, but each time we come close I feel almost sick at first. As though each time vibrates with the times before. I feel a terrible sorrow coming up my throat, I don't know why. And it can only be consoled against the length of her body. Lying down with her for the first time... all the pain I didn't know I had, till at her touch it disappeared like smoke. Is this what purgatory feels like? To burn painlessly? If so, why isn't it called heaven?

Fresh sorrows reactivate old ones. We go to the same well to grieve, and it's fuller every time.

Abri o Post e vi uma fotografia da mulher do meu antigo patrão, enrolada no toldo de um restaurante chinês no Upper East Side. Parece que ela tinha executado um duplo salto a partir da janela do seu apartamento nas alturas e não conseguira chegar ao pavimento. Portanto, acho que afinal, não era assim tão feliz.

Since the baby had died, they had had no other child.

Those who depart must have earned such sorrow before it can be really felt. 

Nobody had yet spoken to her about her father since she had been at Framley. It had been as though the subject were a forbidden one. And how frequently is this the case! When those we love are dead, our friends dread to mention them, though to us who are bereaved no subject would be so pleasant as their names. But we rarely understand how to treat our own sorrow or those of others.

Mr. Toogood, as he came forward to meet him, thought that he had never seen a sweeter face. There was very much of melancholy in it, of that soft sadness of age which seems to acknowledge, and in some sort to regret, the waning oil of life; but the regret to be read in such faces has in it nothing of the bitterness of grief; there is no repining that the end has come, but simply a touch of sorrow that so much that is dear must be left behind.

most unhappiness springs from conflict or grief

Yet though sorrow for the past could be quenched, dread of the future could not.

Grief is another world. Like the carnal world, it is one where reason doesn't work.

Grief is another world. Like the carnal world, it is one where reason doesn't work. Logically, I knew that the person I'd lost was not fully formed, that he was the possibility of a person. But without him I was gutted. If my baby could not somehow be returned to me, nothing would ever be right again. This bitter winter would go on forever.

The saddest of all tragedies - the wasted life

Yet a little while, she thought, and I shall be lying on a bed like that! And what shall I have lived for? What is the meaning of it? The riddle of life itself was killing her, and she seemed to drown in a sea of inexpressible sorrow.

God was just this black void that we cried into.

learned something in that schoolroom of sorrow where our earthly lessons are taught.

sister died of the dropsy which had long afflicted her. That will be for a coroner to decide.

The earth grieves, and I grieve, and I am weary of the fight

Did you love Paul Ivory? Yes. I suppose it ended badly. Yes. You must have been very unhappy. I died, and Adam resurrected me.

Thinking of you where ever you are- We pray for our sorrows to end and hope that our hearts will blend now I will step forward to realize this wish- And who knows starting a new journey may not be so hard or maybe it's already begun- There are many worlds but they share the same sky one sky one destiny-

Loneliness and darkness have just robbed me of my valuables.

We are never so vulnerable as when we love, and never so hopelessly unhappy as when we lose the object of our love.

The waking life never repeats itself with its trials and joys, its pleasures and pains, but, on the contrary, the dream aims to relieve us of these. Even when our whole mind is filled with one subject, when profound sorrow has torn our hearts or when a task has claimed the whole power of our mentality, the dream either gives us something entirely strange, or it takes for its combinations only a few elements from reality, or it only enters into the strain of our mood and symbolises reality.

It would undo me, I think, to glimpse some familiar piece of clothing, or a certain book or photograph, or to catch a hint of your smell. And I don't want to be undone like that, oh my God, not with your widow standing by.

The only animal that commits suicide is also the only animal that weeps.