Quotes About Sorrow

This is Electra. Brilliant no more.

Yes I know sorrow. Know it far too well. My life is a tunnel choked by the sweepings of dread.

None but a fool or an infant could forget a father gone so far and cold. No. Lament is a pattern cut and fitted around my mind—like the bird who calls Itys! Itys! endlessly, bird of grief, angel of Zeus. O heartdragging Niobe, I count you a god: buried in rock yet always you weep.

May the dead forgive me, I can do no other But as I am commanded; to do more is madness. - Ismene

May the dead forgive me, I can do no other But as I am commanded; to do more is madness. - Ismene, Antigone (The Theban Plays) by Sophocles

Alas for the seed of man.

What good were eyes to me? Nothing I could see could bring me joy.

Oedipus: (looking up at the sun) 'LIGHT LIGHT LIGHT never again flood these eyes with your white radiance, oh gods my eyes.

No pity for these things, there is no pity but mine, oh father, for the pity of your butchering rawblood death.

And now that Reason's light returns, New sorrow in his spirit burns.

Upon that foreign soil he chose Died he! For ever laid Low, in the kindly shade, He left behind no tearless grief, No measured mourning, dull and brief, These eyes are wet With weeping yet, Nor know I how to find relief. Antigone

O god— all come true, all burst to light! O light—now let me look my last on you!

Oh how she wept, mourning the marriage-bed where she let loose that double brood—monsters— husband by her husband, children by her child.

Now I weep like a man who wails the dead and the dirge comes pouring forth with all my heart!

all the griefs in the world that you can name, all are theirs forever.

Fate works most for woe With Folly's fairest show. Man's little pleasure is the spring of sorrow.

And also because - Oh, my darling, my darling, forgive me; I'm going to cause you quite a lot of pain.

What grief can crown this grief? It's mine alone, my destiny—I am Oedipus!

Worse yet, the sight of my children, born as they were born, how could I long to look into their eyes?

Yours is a grief that can't be quenched.

though it costs a little sorrow in the bargain

godforsaken, cursed by the gods! I pity you but I can't bear to look.

My sorrow is my castle.

I have only one friend, and that is echo. Why is it my friend? Because I love my sorrow, and echo does not take it away from me. I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night. Why is it my confidant? Because it remains silent.