Quotes About Sorrow

Så tenkte jeg, og derfor sa jeg det. Men sørg ikke over dette; ti jeg selv har voldt at slik måtte det ende. Og Gud bedre det for deg, sønn, så du ikke arver vår lykke. Gjør nu som din mor vil; lenge har jeg lengtet etter at mitt hode skulle ligge i hennes fang.

I wasn't just seasick; I was undone in sorrow.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

But I miss you to the point of anguish.

after Neruda a bronze song, something undone, salvia, a crushed butterfly. It is the blood on a light bulb, the seventh sadness, a fluctuation that closes oceans and eyes. The vermilion and solitary luminary shimmies and singes the feathers of the aviary. Moon, the clock's word, dear mother, ruin, rain. — Simone Muench, "Elegy for the Unsaid," Lampblack & Ash: Poems . (Sarabande Books; First Edition edition November 1, 2005)

Whoever, within his own soul and in human relations, escapes the dominion of force is loved but loved sorrowfully because of the threat of destruction that constantly hangs over him.

With no matter what human being, taken individually, I always find reasons for concluding that sorrow and misfortune do not suit him; either because he seems too mediocre for anything so great, or, on the contrary, too precious to be destroyed.

Death is not a reaper, like they say, nor even a friend. It is a dark, fierce water, an inundation.

Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson.

Sir Richard Glendale lifted the fatal paper, read it, and saying, 'Now all is indeed over,' handed it to Maxwell, who said aloud, 'Black Colin Campbell...

I will not pretend that, if I had to choose between Communism and Nazism, I would choose Communism. I hope not to be called upon to survive in the world under a Government of either of these dispensations. I cannot feel any enthusiasm for these rival creeds. I feel unbounded sorrow and sympathy for the victims.

GUARDIA ...dopo molto tempo, vediamo lei, Antigone, che lancia un grido acuto, come di uccello angosciato alla vista del nido deserto.»

The birth of a man is the birth of his sorrow. The longer he lives, the more stupid he becomes, because his anxiety to avoid unavoidable death becomes more and more acute. What bitterness! He lives for what is always out of reach! His thirst for survival in the future makes him incapable of living in the present. CHUANG TZU

Eliza, stop crying, You let sorrow take over you; you will drown in it

There's only so long you can smile brightly at the man who has your heart but loves someone else.

Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer;

Tell me the news, again, whatever it is... sorrow and I are hardly strangers. I can bear the worst.

What do I care for life when you are dead?

It is but sorrow to be wise when wisdom profits not.

To me so deep a silence portends some dread event; a clamorous sorrow wastes itself in sound.

You are a woman marked for sorrow.

I live in a place of tears.

Orestes beloved. as you die you destroy me. You have torn away the part of my mind where hope was .

All my love gone for nothing. Days of my love, years of my love.