Quotes About Sorrow

my mother disappeared from my life forever.

Non ero triste per qualcosa in particolare, piangevo per tante cose insieme. [...] Dio, ti prego, aiutami a vivere.

Her life was like a pale shadow of life, given form by innumerable layers of anguish.

Whate'er there be of Sorrow I'll put off till To-morrow, And when To-morrow comes, why then 'T will be To-day and Joy again.

The sorrow of war inside a soldier's heart was in a strange way similar to the sorrow of love. It was a kind of nostalgia, like the immense sadness of a world at dusk. It was a daness, a missing, a pain which could send one soaring back into the past. The sorrow of the battlefield could not normally be pinpointed to one particular event, or even one person. If you focused on any one event it would soon become a tearing pain.

Emptiness did that to a person. Her insides were a big black hole where dreams of her mother had been.

drank themselves to death. However

There's a graveyard in northern France where all the dead boys from D-Day are buried. The white crosses reach from one horizon to the other. I remember looking it over and thinking it was a forest of graves. But the rows were like this, dizzying, diagonal, perfectly straight, so after all it wasn't a forest but an orchard of graves. Nothing to do with nature, unless you count human nature.

Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow.

I still hadn't cried. It wasn't that kind of pain yet. Mostly, it was just this total feeling of emptiness in my gut. Like a cannonball had been shot cleanly through my middle. And I swear to god, I actually remember reaching under my sweatshirt and touching my stomach to see if you could feel the hole from the outside.

Nessun maggior dolore, Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria.

The man was in his late thirties, with coarse black hair and a powerfully angled face. The horse with him made a sudden noise, a high whining sound, and its graceful head tossed, jerked. The man let the reins go, and the horse galloped to the fence where Zeke stood waiting. Mattie glanced at him. He'd climbed onto the fence and leaned over the top, softly whistling a series of notes. On his face was an expression Mattie had never seen—equal parts joy and sorrow.

We all fight sorrow as if it would harm us. The opposite is true. Sorrow can heal us. Letting your heart break can be good for you.

Hierosolyma est Perdita

I will give you a charm against sorrow: smile at the kisses of Pain. She is a sensitive lover and likes not to be flouted.

Give me to drink the poison of thy breast-- Dark cruel wine from grapes of passion pressed-- Till I am drunk beyond delirium's dream In that dim utter deep where men may rest.

I looked out at the street beyond the overhang. The rain was coming in at gray angled streaks. One of my hands moved to her cheek. I closed my eyes. Her skin was wet from the rain and I thought of tears.

If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape a hundred days of sorrow. —Chinese proverb

I try to stay out of her way. This is just something I do. I avoid her. [...] I don't want her to see me too often, to encounter me, to deal with me. Me, this walking, talking, living, breathing, eating, shitting, farting reminder of what she's had and what she's lost. [...] I don't linger in the house. I sleep in late, stay out late, keep my bedroom door closed when I'm home. I make myself invisible, intangible. It's easier for her, it's easier for me, just easier, period.

on this mountain sorrow...tell me about it digger of wild yams

Depressed? No one in the world but a doper could know the true opposite of depressed.

Americans in the Civil War period were very interested in Heaven and what it might be like, because they were having to face the fact that many of their loved ones were gone and many of their loved ones, they hoped, were in this other realm called Heaven.

Gaiety is often the reckless ripple over depths of despair.

Losing my parents was probably the hardest and deepest blow from which I've had to recover.