Quotes About Sorrow

Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.

I don't think you could get anything worse than losing a child. I think if my child died, I would prefer it if I were dead.

I believe that there are many herbs and many trees that are worth much in Europe for dyes and for medicines; but I do not know, and this causes me great sorrow. Arriving at this cape, I found the smell of the trees and flowers so delicious that it seemed the pleasantest thing in the world.

And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.

Your heart will be shattered by sorrow if you force it to live in tomorrow's ephemeral imagination - world instead of in today's eternal reality - now.

Too many people I've loved dearly have left this earth. And some I've lost are still here breathing the same air. That grief can be comparable if not worse in its consumption.

I imagine there's a market for total depression. I grew up on George Jones and that really dark stuff.

Memories haunted the Ghostwood, brittle as the twigs that splintered like tiny bones under Mark's boots. Sifting through drooping cedar boughs, the old wind muttered of things that waited in darkness without hope. To every question the Ghostwood had but one answer, made from sorrow, and loneliness, and time.

I am dwelling on things I love, even if a measure of tragedy is stitched into everything, if you follow the thread long enough

I miss her face, its beauty, and its beauty lost.

How I would like to say that I loved my father so much that I could not have lived without him, but such an avowal would be proved false in time. Those that we love, those essential beings, are removed from us at the will of the Almighty, or the devils that usurp him. It is as if a huge lump of lead were lain over the soul, such deaths, and where that soul was previously weightless, now is a secret and ruinous burden at the very heart of us.

Do you know the grief of it? I hope not. The grief that does not age, that does not go away with time, like most griefs and human matters. That is the grief that is always there, swinging a little in a derelict house, my father, my father. I cry out for him.

Something had happened to that sorrow. It had gone rancid in him, he thought; it had boiled down to something he didn't understand. The pith of sorrow was in the upshot a little seed of death.

My head is already stuffed with grief I suppose like a pomegranate with its red seeds. I can only bleed grief, having no room for more.

I started to cry, not like a child, but like the old woman I am, slow, slight tears that no one sees, no one dries.

THERE'S OLD SORROW in your blood like second nature and new sorrow that maddens the halls of sense. Causes

To remember sometimes is a great sorrow, but when the remembering has been done, there comes afterwards a very curious peacefulness. Because you have planted your flag on the summit of the sorrow. You have climbed it.

Those that we love, those essential beings, are removed from us at the will of the Almighty, or the devils that usurp them.

And of course I started to cry. Not for myself strangely enough, though I am sure I could have, with capital and interest, but no, not for myself. For my mother? Who can really itemise the cause of our human tears?

One moment, fine enough, sorrowing, but fine, sort of. The next, a big bulge of grief in my throat, so that if I had to speak in that moment my voice would be high and squeaky.

It was like a tear in the fabric of my sleep.

She came and took away all his miseries, his sorrows !! Then SHe went and left him restlessly numb. He was her painkiller. SHe, his anesthetic.

Dil ka dard saha na jaye kon he jiske bina raha na jaye.

Jag kom ihåg från fordom, att du brukade smyga dig undan hit, när du hade en ledig stund, för att sitta och sörja. - Jag hade inte mycket att sörja över på den tiden. - Den sorg du inte hade, den hittade du på åt dig.