Quotes About Sorrow

Even so tiny a loss has the power to still feel like a loss.

he stood up in church and apologized for the spilling of "innocent blood.

Non era solo la questione di mia sorella; era più di così, era l'intero corso degli eventi, la miseria del corpo e del desiderio, le decisioni che si prendono e sulle quali non si può tornare, il senso stesso che si sceglie di dare a quella cosa che chiamiamo, forse a torto, la nostra vita.

C'était d'une beauté cruelle, à vous ravir le souffle, presque humaine mais en même temps au-delà de tout souci humain.

Gran Gran recalled the bloodstained dress she had taken off the girl. It was made of blue silk muslin and finely embroidered, stitched by somebody who knew what they were doing. She hated having to toss the ruined garment into the stove. The smell had sickened her. Since she was a girl, she had never forgotten the odor of beautiful things set afire. Such a waste!

For Perry, the absence of his daughter in his day-to-day life was like an open wound, an emptiness in his being that erupted in agony with even the softest touch of memory.

This is what the Problem means," he went on. "This is the effect it has. Lives lost, loved ones taken before their time. And then we hide our dead behind iron walls and leave them to the thorns and ivy. We lose them twice over, Lucy. Death's not the worst of it. We turn our faces away.

If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.

The one who first heard Zebak bells Must see the truth the mirror tells. The hand must bleed to reach the end, One finger stands the others bend. With chains and sorrow you must pay For other hands to guide your way.

So, very soon our captives will meet their small countrywoman again. How grateful they must be to have a pleasant ride, with us to guide their way. Perhaps they feel that chains and sorrow are not too high a price to pay. What say you, Zanel?

and woman must wait and weep.

I`ve realized that in all the great stories, even if there`s a happily-ever-after ending, there`s something sad.

Mary blesses God for the destiny that is hers: to cling to the design that the Father decreed for the Son, not only passively, but as one who nurtures, fosters, opens roads, makes things possible. Mary's sorrow was an active coöperation with the will of-God for Christ Jesus. How could it have been otherwise, since the Savior was the common Son—one and undivided—of the all-wise Father and the all-obedient Mother?

In happy operating procedure, the breathing is like fresh air through the body. In unkind operating procedure, the fresh air is gone sad." Fresh air gone sad is a beautiful way to describe the death process.

We may only imagine the scene, the old man, the rough ex–sea captain who had so loved little Wilberforce as a boy, and who had entertained such hopes for him, only to see them dashed.

Was that really all there was to love? Darkness undone, a hand on your forehead. In the meantime all you could do was wait--tired, alone, the minutes as long or short as a lifetime--for the face in your dream to appear.

One cannot be deeply responsive to the world without being saddened very often.

I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.

Beneath the gore and smoke and loam, this book is about the evanescence of life, and why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow. In the end it is a story of the ineluctable conflict between good and evil, daylight and darkness, the White City and the Black.

why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow.

If you have ever been in a real tragic or sad situation, the words that come out are hopelessly inadequate and kind of cliched.

Feathertail... No, don't leave me!

Kill me," he rasped at Clear Sky. "Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you won." -Gray Wing

Stormfur... You'll have to go on without me, brother. Save the Clan.