Quotes About Sorrow

Your fingers smell of incense—a lover sings to the corpse of his dead sweetheart.

Your blouse is whitening on the chair and your parrot Flaubert weeps in French: she left him, and he is sorry.

When her mother saw Andrea, she took her hand in hers and sobbed: "We're orphans now!" It struck Andrea as false, somehow—the tear-stained face, the trite words.

Grief is beautiful?' She thought it was the most dreadful feeling possible. At best she viewed the world through a haze, and at worst everything looked black. 'It means you've loved another with all your heart,' Luka said. 'What's the use of being alive if you've never loved like that, not even once?

You know that life is a cycle, don't you, my sweetheart?' she said. 'All things are born, and all things die. Other people are afraid of that, but you must never be. If you accept it, life will always be beautiful for you, even when it is sorrowful.

Maya didn't have much more distance in her. Still, she ran. Praying. She knew she should be praying for a church so that she could fall down on her knees and find some solace. But she didn't want to believe in a God who could take away a barely grown boy just trying to do some good.

Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow; Best, while you have it, use your breath; There is no drinking after death.

Tears appreciate in this economy of pleasure.

Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? How about this: I lost without the love. I've lost things I've never even had. A whole life.

I noticed that in a corner, across from where they ate with such innocent relish, sitting forlorn and abandoned, was the ghost of their son. He had lost both of his arms, one side of his face was squashed, and both his eyes had burst. He had bluish wings. He was the saddest ghost in the house.

and Nan died at age three months.

That's the inescapable math of tragedy and the multiplication of grief

Now turn the page, come along on the ride, and let me tell you about the death and life of Charlie St. Cloud

I know death comes. Ive seen too much death, young death.

Ah, God, I trod them down where I have trod, And they remain, and they remain, Etched in unutterable pain, Loved lips and faces now apart, That once were closer than my heart-- In agony, in agony, And horribly a part of me....

aquel semblante descolorido y cadavérico me inspiraba profundo dolor.

Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.

Grief is the agony of an instant, the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

Grief is the agony of an instant: the indulgence of grief is the blunder of life.

I have found a truth that humanity needs, that brings unspeakable joy to human hearts and homes, that brightens all the life, that assuages sorrow, that dispels care, that kills the materialistic spirit of our age, and lifts mankind into noble thought and life.

He that raises a large family does, indeed, while he lives to observe them, stand a broader mark for sorrow but then he stands a broader mark for pleasure too.

Doth nought return-- Only a spear and sword, and ashes in an urn! For Ares, lord of strife, Who doth the swaying scales of battle hold, War's money-changer, giving dust for gold, Sends back, to hearts that held them dear, Scant ash of warriors, wept with many a tear, Light to the hand, but heavy to the soul; Yea, fills the light urn full With what survived the flame-- Death's dusty measure of a hero's frame!

Everyday I look back at my history and feel regret.

Was I the best husband? No. And I regret it.