Quotes About Sorrow

I want to fix an image of him in my head, but all I can see when I close my eyes is his body, still and lifeless in my arms. I let him go, and I will never forgive myself for that.

Everyone for whom I would have cried has already died.

Sometimes I feel like my whole life before she died was a dream.

It may be difficult, but thru sorrow, it's important to find happiness in our memories and be very thankful to have them!

The death of loved ones often awakens the death inside of us.

I would write my tears, weeping out my pain - I would empty my veins for ink.

She closed her eyes and let the rain fall on her face, and after another second, I could not have said what were raindrops, and what tears.

I find great happiness in my relationships with old friends, living mirrors that reflect histories of laughter and sorrow, triumphs and failures, births and deaths, on both sides.

Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peaceAnd rest can never dwell, hope never comesThat comes to all.

Methought I saw my late espoused saintBrought to me like Alcestis from the grave.

Earth has no sorrow that earth can not heal.

The greatest sorrow and burden you can lay on the Father, the greatest unkindness you can do to him is not to believe that he loves you.

Even in the miserable guilt we feel over our beastlike insensitivity, the glory of God shines. If God were not gloriously desirable, why would we feel sorrowful for not feasting fully on His beauty?

God is ready and waiting to receive sinners who put their heart's trust in Jesus and want to be saved, and to pretend that He requires a long period of mourning and sorrow before He will accept a sinner and save him is contrary to the teaching of the Bible.

It had been no more than three minutes since she had awakened, laughing quietly, from her dream. Now the quiet laughter was over, and Polly MacIver was dead.

She felt that she'd been watching a shadow. A shadow of the dead.

What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked. "You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.

Grief has a ruthless commonality.

You can never get the smell of smoke out. Like the smell of failure in life.

Every melody is based on the same seven notes, but some melodies make you happy, some make you sad, and some can terrify you. Well, this was a roar which makes your blood go cold in your veins and your hair stand up on your head. You could call it a 'premonition of death.

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.

Ferdinand: Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle; she died young.Bosola: I think not so; her infelicitySeemed to have years too many.

You have left me heartless; mine is in your bosom.

For all our wit and reading brings us to a truer sense of sorrow.