Quotes About Sorrow

I give her sadness and the gift of pain, a new moon madness and a love of rain.

A fish may love a bird, but where would they live?

Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.

God, send me an angel from the heavens above. Send me an angel to heal my broken heart from being in love, 'cause all I do is cry. God, send me an angel to wipe the tears from my eyes.

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

She must express life, death, happiness, sorrow, love and anger, but above all she must have dignity.

The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long.

He did not fail in love, but he lost the joy of it [...]

Grief moves us like love. Grief is love, I suppose. Love as a backwards glance.

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, - Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.

She looks at him for a long moment, then sighs deeply. "Silver," she says, her voice tinged with a profound sadness with which he is all too familiar. All the things you can't get back, all the things you can never make right. No matter what happens after, you'll always carry them with you.

Loving her was heaven that turned to hell when she died.

You lost your wife, Douglas. My heartbreaks for you, it really does. But I lose my husband every day, all over again. And I don't even get to mourn.

Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God. Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man. —William Blake, from "Proverbs of Hell," The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

Antes, cada minuto era alegre, vivía cantando, con los pies en un baile constante. Ahora, cada alegría costaba una tristeza.

Era sempre crepúsculo na enfermaria. Era como uma antessala do túmulo, com as pesadas cortinas que impediam a luz de entrar.

L'allegria va conservata nello champagne; mentre la cachaça tutt'al più consola dalle disgrazie, quando consola

Life and death have been lacking in my life.

The confused medley of meditations on art and literature in which he had indulged since his isolation, as a dam to bar the current of old memories, had been rudely swept away, and the onrushing, irresistible wave crashed into the present and future, submerging everything beneath the blanket of the past, filling his mind with an immensity of sorrow, on whose surface floated, like futile wreckage, absurd trifles and dull episodes of his life.

Of course I am a fool to answer her. Who knows what situations a thing like this is going to lead to? I am well aware that whoever she be, a woman is an incubator of sorrow and annoyance. If she is good she is probably stupid, or perhaps she is an invalid, or perhaps she is so disastrously fecund that she gets pregnant if you look at her. If she is bad, one may expect to be dragged through every disgusting kind of degradation. Oh, whatever you do, you're in for it.

God is weeping. And how the people weep when they make God weep!

Dicen que murió de frío. Yo sé que murió de amor.

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