Quotes About Sorrow

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.

I would give everything, even memory—especially memory—if I could hold Leo again. The weight of his absence is the weight of the entire world. I

Behind one pain there is another. Sorrow is a wave without end. But the horse mustn't ride you, you must ride it.

Het is ongelooflijk dat het verlies van iemand die je liefhebt je lichaam zo kan onttakelen. Alles doet zeer. Mijn botten, Mijn spieren, huid, heel mijn lijf reageert op mijn verdriet. Maar er komt een moment dat je te moe bent om nog te huilen, en je jezelf terug vind terwijl je alleen nog maar voor je uit kunt staren.

Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!

He first deceased; she for a little triedTo live without him, liked it not, and died.

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

Nothing will sustain you more potently than the power to recognize in you humdrum routine, the true poetry of life - the poetry of the commonplace, of the ordinary person, of the plain, toilworn, with their loves and their joys, their sorrows and griefs.

Loss. A known absence. If you didn't know it, it would be nothing, which it is, of course, a nothing of another kind, as acutely felt as a blister, but a tumult, too, in the region of the heart and lungs, an emptiness with a name: You

Beneath her lowered eyes were faint purple shadows. I knew what I was seeing: dry grief, grief grown old and familiar. It enters your bones and lives there, because it has no use for flesh, and after a while you feel that you're all bone, hard and dessicated, like a skeleton in a classroom.

Love makes life's sweetest pleasures and worst misfortunes.

Everyone loves the Dream but I kill it.

I maintain that all sorrow comes from love of those things of which loss deprives me.

You just watch somebody you love slowly, slowly disappear and go away.

Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.

To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me, and so kind.

I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas, how many yearning thoughts, what great desire, have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?

And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

Each time we love,We turn a nearer and a broader markTo that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.

I am strong against everything, except against the death of those I love. He who dies gains; he who sees others die loses.

The dead leave us starving with mouths full of love." from "Memoriam

What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you— It takes life to love Life.