Quotes About Sorrow

Come on, Max,' she whispered, and even the sound of Mama's arrival at her back did not stop her from silently crying. It didn't stop her from pulling a lump of salt water from her eye and feeding it onto Max Vandenburg's face. Mama took her. Her arms swallowed her. 'I know',she said. She knew.

It was with great sadness that she realised that her brother would be six forever, but when she held that thought, she also made an effort to smile.

She slept a lot and didn't dream, and on most occasions she was sorry to wake up. Everything disappeared when she was asleep.

Keep playing Papa. Papa stopped. He dropped the accordion and his silver eyes continued to rust.

His eyes were the color of agony...

Years ago, when they'd raced on a muddy field, Rudy was a hastily assembled set of bones, with a jagged, rocky smile. In the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears. He was a triple Hitler Youth athletics champion. He was her best friend. And he was a month away from his death. Of course I told him about you, Liesel said. She was saying goodbye and she didnt't even know it.

Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.

Don't go, papa. Please. Her spoon-holding hand is shaking. First we lost Max. I can't lose you now, too.

He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again, and would go to his grave without them.

He was hanging from one of the rafters in a laundry up near Frau Diller's. Another human pendulum. Another clock, stopped.

Qué he hecho?, no dejaba de musitar. [...] Le hubiera gustado consolarlo, pero nunca había visto a un hombre tan deshecho.

Rosa was sitting with the accordion, praying. 'Make them come back alive,' she repeated. 'Please, Lord, please. All of them.' Even the wrinkles around her eyes were joining hands.

She remembered her books in the moments of worst sorrow, especially the ones that were made for her and the one that saved her life.

Liesel was sure her mother carried the memory of him, slung over her shoulder. She dropped him. She saw his feet and legs and body slap the platform. How could that woman walk? How could she move? That's the sort of thing I'll never know, or comprehend-what humans are capable of. Death-

She remained on the steps, waiting for Papa, watching the stray ash and the corpse of collected books. Everything was sad. Orange and red embers looked like rejected candy, and most of the crowd had vanished. She'd seen Frau Diller leave (very satisfied) and Pfiffikus (white hair, a Nazi uniform, the same dilapidated shoes, and a triumphant whistle). Now there was nothing but cleaning up, and soon, no one would ever imagine it had happened. But you could smell it.

She could only hope they could read the depth of sorrow in her face, to recognize that it was true, and not fleeting. I

even death has a heart

Byly tam hvÄ›zdy. Pálily mÄ› z nich o?i.

It kills me sometimes, how people die... -Told from the perspective of Death

I kills me sometimes, the way people die. -Death

The Gingerbread House sat sullenly in the downpour.

fell to my knees, hugged Uncle Roman, and wept.

We all have our little sorrows...and the littler you are, the larger the sorrow.

The dignity of these humans is to weep.