Quotes About Sorrow

I am sorry that I am alive to feel this misery and horror.

Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away;

I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.

Do you think, Victor, said he, that I do not suffer also? No one could love a child more than I loved your brother--tears came into his eyes as he spoke--but is it not a duty to the survivors that we should refrain from augmenting their unhappiness by an appearance of immoderate grief? It is also a duty owed to yourself, for excessive sorrow prevents improvement or enjoyment, or even the discharge of daily usefulness, without which no man is fit for society.

read and re-read her letter an some softened feelings stole into my heart and dared to whisper paradisical dreams of love and joy; but the apple was already eaten and the angel's arm bared to drive me from all hope. Yet I would die to make her happy.

but is it not a duty to the survivors, that we should refrain from augmenting their unhappiness by an appearance of immoderate grief? It is also a duty owed to yourself; for excessive sorrow prevents improvement or enjoyment, or even the discharge of daily usefulness, without which no man is fit for society.

But soon," he cried, with sad and solemn enthusiasm, "I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall

no Eve soothed my sorrows, or shared my thoughts; I was alone. I remembered Adam's supplication to his Creator;13 but where was mine? he had abandoned me, and, in the bitterness of my heart, I cursed him.

One by one, her brothers and sister died; and her mother, with the exception of her neglected daughter, was left childless. The conscience of the woman was troubled; she began to think that the deaths of her favourites was a judgement from heaven to chastise her partiality. She was a Roman

My dear Frankenstein," exclaimed Henry, when he perceived me weep with bitterness, "are you always to be unhappy? My dear friend, what has happened?

We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but mutability!

In an evil hour I subscribed to a lie, and now only am I truly miserable

Peace, peace! learn my miseries, and do not seek to increase your own.

The wretch saw me destroy the creature on whose future existence he depended for happiness, and, with

when she died!—nay, then I was not miserable. I had cast off all feeling, subdued all anguish to riot

The cup of life was poisoned forever.

I lived in a desolate country where there were none to praise and very few to love.

It is so long before the mind can persuade itself that she whom we saw every day and whose very existence appeared a part of our own can have departed forever—that the brightness of a be- loved eye can have been extinguished and the sound of a voice so familiar and dear to the ear can be hushed, never more to be heard.

sorrow only increased with knowledge. Oh, that I had forever remained in my native wood, nor known or felt beyond the sensations of hunger, thirst, and heat!

We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, concieve, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but mutability!

Llega por fin el dái en que la pena es más un alivio que una necesidad y que la sonrisa, aunque juzgada casi un sacrilegio, puede afluir los labios. Mi madre había muerto [...]

I shut my eyes a long time ago. The things I seek lie only in darkness.

Never trust someone who isn't miserable at least half of the time.

cadenassée. Les ceps nus, noirs, tordus, ressemblent