Quotes About Sorrow

Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates.

There is no sorrow like the memory of love and the knowledge that it is gone forever.

But I think she would have been happy with Fabrice,' I said. 'He was the great love of her life, you know.' Oh, dulling,' said my mother, sadly. 'One always thinks that. Every, every time.

Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night

In my great melancholy, I loved life, for I love my melancholy.

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they're sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

Love is the centre and circumference; The cause and aim of all things--'tis the key To joy and sorrow, and the recompense For all the ills that have been, or may be.

There isn't heartache if there hasn't been joy. I wouldn't feel loss if there hadn't been love.

Tempus wanders eternally, bringing death to whomever loves him and being spurned by whomsoever he shall love.

To Love is to be God. Never will a Lover's chest feel any sorrow. Never will a Lover's robe be touched by mortals. Never will a Lover's body be found buried in the earth. To Love is to be God.

It is very painful to love someone and believe you cannot be with them.

In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.

If there were no Love, there'd be no grief

Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.

When we grieve over someone who has died in Christ, we are sorrowing not for them, but for ourselves. Our grief isn't a sign of weak faith, but of great love.

She could taste loss in the back of her throat so badly that she could vomit.

Death would lose much of its sting for him if there were somewhere in the world just one woman, however lowly, whose heart would be broken by his dying.

Love and Death—for him they were exquisitely one.

His very mantle was aspersed. In another minute he would stand sodden, inglorious, a mock.

So humanising is sorrow.

The announcement to mother: Don't be sad, mother. God betrayed me. I am His widow. I've become ageless and all my memories are smothered.

While we are shaking heads in disbelief, they are lifting hands in worship. While we are mourning at a grave, they are marveling at heaven. While we are questioning God, they are praising God.