Quotes About Sorrow

Loss keeps going, you know? It doesn't just stop with what was taken from you. It grabs new things all the time. You think you're up against missing the memories, all that happened, but Christ if you don't miss all that didn't happen even more.

The foolish man conceives the idea of 'self.' The wise man sees there is no ground on which to build the idea of 'self;' thus, he has a right conception of the world and well concludes that all compounds amassed by sorrow will be dissolved again, but the truth will remain.

When I am angry, I pray God to swing our globe into the fiery sun and prevent the sorrows of the not-yet-born: but when I am content, I want to lie forever in the shade, till I become a shade myself.

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

How can our hearts not break? How can we hold our tears? How can we bear the pain of losing those loving children and their guardians, who were slain in Newtown, Conn.? Why can't we face the reality of our times and restrict deranged people from having these destructive powers?

Loss is so paradoxical: It is at once enormous and tiny.

I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.

Growing up, I saw my mother cry exactly once. The morning of her brother's funeral. One long tear ran down her cheek through her make up until she caught it near her mouth and patted it dry with a tissue she pulled from inside her sleeve.

I had to learn compassion. Had to learn what it felt like to hate, and to forgive and to love and be loved. And to lose people close to me. Had to feel deep loneliness and sorrow. And then I could write.

Seeing the world is the best education you can get. You see sorrow, and you also see great spirit and will to survive.

That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

Missing rubs the soul raw.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.

If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

Of course I loved you, you saved my life. I wish you hadn't I wish you hadn't I wish you'd left me alone.

In the morning of the second day they found their healer, a middle-aged man named Cerf who had lost his sons in the Rout and his grief-addled wife to suicide.

It's an expression of grief for an original loss.

Oh darkness, I feel like letting go.

I miss my fox-headed brother. Keeper

No," I said, barely more than a whisper. "Oh, no." But denial made no more difference to the truth than it ever does. Belle Lune was burning.

Guilt was like the taste of ashes.

Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like you don't have any bones left to hold you up.

tain't so pleasant as when poor dear was here. Oh, I didn't want to lose her an' she didn't want to go, but it had to be. Such things ain't for us to say; there's no yes an' no to it.

I saw William Blackett's escaping sail already far from land, and Captain Littlepage was sitting behind his closed window as I passed by, watching for some one who never came. I tried to speak to him, but he did not see me. There was a patient look on the old man's face, as if the world were a great mistake and he had nobody with whom to speak his own language or find companionship.