Quotes About Sorrow

Et elle était ravissante à voir, avec son regard où tremblait une larme, comme l'eau d'un orage dans un calice bleu.

His pleasures, like boys playing in a school yard, had so thoroughly trampled on his heart that nothing green would grow there.

Elle se sentait en même temps indignée contre tous ses voisins, et humiliée d'avoir cedé, souillée par les baisers de ce Prussien entre les bras duquel on l'avait hypocritement jetée.

But this pleasure was not unalloyed with pain, and it seemed as if the universal joy of the awakening world could now only impart a delight which was half sorrow to her grief-crushed soul and withered heart.

First my husband, then my parents died. After that I lost my two sisters. When death comes to someone's home it's as if it wants to get as much done as quickly as possible to save coming again for a long time.

Hát mindenki aljas, hazug és álnok? Szeme könnybe borult. Ábrándjainkat néha olyan szomorúan siratjuk, mint a halottakat.

C'était un de ces jours froids et tristes où les cÅ"urs se serrent, où les esprits s'irritent, où l'âme est sombre, où la main ne s'ouvre ni pour donner ni pour secourir.

Le soleil, plus bas, semblait saigner.

Branching paths. The turning of days and seasons and years. Life offered you love sometimes, sorrow often. If you were very fortunate, true friendship. Sometimes war came. You did what you could to shape your own peace, before you crossed over to the night and left the world behind, as all men did, to be forgotten or remembered, as time or love allowed.

Ahora conocía la diabólica fabula que portaba aquel dorado esplendor, ahora evitaba la tétrica luz que antaño admiré con fervor; y un miedo espantoso y mortal ¡Ha apresado mi alma para siempre!

No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity. - Through the Gates of the Silver Key

Sometimes one feels that it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream.

May the merciful god, if indeed there be such, guard those hours when no power of the will, or drug that the cunning of man devises, can keep me from the chasm of sleep. Death is merciful, for there is no return therefrom, but with him who has come back out of the nethermost chambers of night, haggard and knowing, peace rests nevermore.

Calm, lasting beauty comes only in dream, and this solace the world had thrown away when in its worship of the real it threw away the secrets of childhood and innocence.

In youth he had felt the hidden beauty and ecstasy of things, and had been a poet; but poverty and sorrow and exile had turned his gaze in darker directions, and he had thrilled at the imputations of evil in the world around.

Death would be a boon if only it could blot out the memories.

There was that touch of melancholy in his fastidious appearance that suggested the atmosphere of frustrated dreams.

saw listless-looking people working in barren gardens or digging clams on the fishy-smelling beach below, and groups of dirty, simian-visaged children playing around weed-grown doorsteps. Somehow

knowing that to this sunken place all the dead had come, I trembled and did not wish again to speak with the lotos-faces. Yet

Sometimes one feels that it would be merciful to tear down these houses, for they must often dream. It

Adesso sono ai tuoi piedi, niente più ardore nel mio cuore, le ali spezzate, la bocca che schiuma un rimpianto parole troppo confuse per avere un senso. Questo voglio dirti: Amore, sono tornato a casa

His being had rested full of adoration for the glory which unifies all distances in such beauty and sorrow that one no longer wishes for anything–in unconquerable adversity, in unquenchable longing he felt that life had nevertheless been worth while living.

There is nothing so merciless as mankind. How can we justify ourselves, especially to the dumb animals around us? But the first days are always the worst, and there is much comfort in the thought that time effaces everything, crime and sorrow no less than love.

Where the glacier meets the sky, the land ceases to be earthly, and the earth becomes one with the heavens; no sorrows live there anymore, and therefore joy is not necessary; beauty alone reigns there, beyond all demands.