Quotes About Sorrow

He smiled sadly, then placed his hand around mine so we were holding the book together. "I believe that - with everything I have," he said, holding my gaze. He kissed the edge of the book because he could not kiss me.

No penance could be more terrible than this. Her very heart was dead.

My heart is pulverized, and I wanna cry.

The cause of whose tears... could not be found in the traces on her cheeks. ...even as he knew the source of her tears was endless. bottomless and endless and not to be found in their traces. p.194

He could not talk himself out of pain any longer. He had no one to be strong for. So finally, he cried. He cried with deep sobs, head bent to the ground, palms pressed to his eyes. He cried so hard that sorrow rushed out of his face. He cried until he felt like the sea.

Cloud, be my messenger. Soak up the pool outside my window and carry it over fences and forests to the sorrowful house where my loved one waits. You will recognize it by the candle burning in the window. Do not delay! Those other puddles will muddy the message, keep you from getting there fast. Carry, cloud, my love exclusively, over the millions of lifeless clouds, under a guiding invisible hand. from section VI of "Parables of Flight

Your mind must be set on peace at times of grief .. sorrows may follow when they go beneath but rejoice and give praise for they now will see better days.

Death is the side of life which is turned away from us.

And whoever loves much will have great sorrow; therefore those whose love grows will know more sorrow.

It makes me so desperately sad to witness just how unforgivably wretched our world has become.

Sorrow makes us all children again.

We do not live an equal life, but one of contrasts and patchwork; now a little joy, then a sorrow, now a sin, then a generous or brave actioî

Sorrow makes us children again.

Sorrow makes us all children again — destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing.

What greater pain could mortals have than this To see their children dead before their eyes

That which is worth taking up is the self-enquiry that reveals jnana; that which is worth enjoying is the grandeur of the Self; that which is worth renouncing is the ego-mind; that in which it is worth taking refuge, to eliminate sorrow completely, is one's own source, the Heart.

Ah! What have you done to yourself my love, asked he. Don't dare to ask! For its your absence that resulted in such despair, said she. Is there any way, I can end this pain and anguish, asked he. Yes, my dear! Seal my lips with no delay, whispered she with quivering voice. So as you please, my love, followed he."

I couldn't stop bawling, watching the towers come down. it was a terrible thing to happen. And a terrible thing to realize that I don't sit though the nigh crying when such horrors happen all the time.

The Name of the Rose and J. M. Synge's Riders to the Sea?

I couldn't bring this sorrow home. Couldn't tell my wife. Wouldn't tell my children. As my friend Edward Dee says, we live in the worst twenty minutes of someone else's life. So I leave it behind . . . where it happened . . . where it belongs . . . not in my house.

Trecutul e ca un infirm f?r? mâini È™i f?r? picioare,cu ochi È™ireÈ›i,o limb? ascuÈ›it? È™i o memorie bun?.

**(C)(P) BOOK- IN THE PASSAGE OF TIME-LOSING YOUR LOVED ONES-TEACHES ME THIS TRUTH:- WITH MUCH WISDOM COMES SORROW. SORROW MAKES ONE ASK-WHAT ARE WE TOILING FOR? WHY WORRY? I KNOW THAT I MAY SAVE OTHERS, BUT MYSELF I CANNOT SAVE. JAH IS MY ROCK!

poem- when good cops die I ask the lord why- why do they need to go when our country, america needs them so! (2) it was the officer at the capitol, a rage of attackers on their fellow man. now the officer in boulder, his death could not be colder. (3) my heart hurts for their family. the home will never be what it used to be.I must pray, say a prayer for their family. america will never rid itself of such hate full tragedy.

Music breaks my heart constantly.