Quotes About Sorrow

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Whatever path you follow push on till tomorrow, Love all, Serve all, and Create no sorrow.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.

If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

The man who let the love of his life pass him by will end up alone with his regrets and all the sighs in the world won't soothe his soul.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well.

And if there's love, you can do without happiness too. Even with sorrow, life is sweet.

Even when a river of tears courses through this body, the flame of love cannot be quenched.

Falling in love is the best way to kill your heart because then it's not yours anymore. It's laid in a coffin, waiting to be cremated.

I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

What is love but a prelude to sorrow...with heartache ahead for your goal.

Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.

I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love

I've got life, I've got love, I've got faith & that's enough. We feel sorrow we feel pain, but there's sunshine after rain.

Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn't breaking. It hurts because it's getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds.

Intense love always leads to mourning.

As for love . . . no, having once written that word I can write nothing more.

What is the difference between my life and my love? One gets me low, the other lets me go.

O Music! language of the soul, Of love, of God to man; Bright beam from heaven thrilling, That lightens sorrow's weight.