Quotes About Sorrow

Wyn eal gedreas. Isso é parte de outro poema que às vezes ouço ser cantado no meu castelo. É um poema triste, e portanto um poema verdadeiro. Wyrd bið ful ãræd, diz ele. O destino é inexorável. E wyn eal gedreas. Toda alegria morreu.

Night was falling across the trampled rye. Nine thousand men had been killed or wounded in the fight for the crossroads

Obwohl Ollowain die Burg schon hunderte Male gesehen hatte, berührte ihr Anblick ihn stets aufs Neue. Es war ein Gefühl, wie es sonst nur Musik in ihm erwecken konnte, das traurige Lied einer Flöte vielleicht oder melancholisches Harfenspiel. Ein Schmerz, der sich nicht in Worte fassen ließ, süß und durchdringend.

So long as there is death there will be sorrow, and so long as there is sorrow it can be no part of the duty of human beings to increase its amount, in spite of the fact that a few rare spirits know how to transmute it.

Uncomplicated joy and sorrow is not matter for philosophy, but rather for the simpler kinds of poetry and music.

Drunkenness is temporary suicide.

And I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly: I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit. For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.

I think that love is more like a light that you carry. At first childish happiness keeps it lighted and after that romance. Then motherhood lights it and then duty . . . and maybe after that sorrow. You wouldn't think that sorrow could be a light, would you, dearie? But it can. And then after that, service lights it. Yes. . . . I think that is what love is to a woman . . . a lantern in her hand.

Mabel put on the boiled potatos, unmashed, the stewed tomatos, some inferior dried beef, and some bread that plainly said, 'Darling, I am growing old'.

What sorrow awaits you who build big houses with money gained dishonestly! You believe your wealth will buy security, putting your family's nest beyond the reach of danger. HABAKKUK 2:9

Godly sorrow is a change of heart resulting in complete agreement with God over the matter.

'Amores Perros' is rock, '21 Grams' is jazz, 'Babel' is an opera, and 'Biutiful' is a requiem.

Serious loss brings you into one of the world's silent fraternities.

Laughing and crying are very similar. They're an extreme response to life. You see it in children who start laughing hysterically.

Men's pain is lightly borne and swiftly over. Our wounds are of the flesh, which is nothing; women's is of the heart—sorrow unending, far more bitter to bear.

If all of this has taught you anything, it's that hope is easier to get rid of than sorrow.

Take me away from all this Death.

Lord, I pour out my heart before You regarding the things in my life that cause me grief. I lift my hands to You because I know You are my hope and Your compassion for me never fails. Heal me of all emotional pain, and use the sorrow I have suffered for good. I pray that in Your presence I will find total restoration.

God is always waiting for us to come to Him, so we can be set free from anything that keeps us from becoming more like Him. To the children of Israel in bondage in Egypt, God said He saw their oppression, heard their cry, and knew their sorrows, so He came to deliver them (Exodus 3:7-8). Know that He will do the same for you.

Sono morto come è morta lei, ma non so ancora perchè d'improvviso lei abbia voluto morire se lei viveva così bene, per questo mentre morivo non riuscivo a chiudere gli occhi, il vecchio Tang me li ha sfregati con forza come se stesse affilando un coltello, ma non c'è riuscito nemmeno lui a chiuderli. Dicono che tutti quelli che muoiono ingiustamente tengono gli occhi spalancati per poter continuare ad occuparsi dei loro cari.

Ho sentito la terra del mio paese mandare un lungo sospiro sotto i loro piedi e mi sono scese le lacrime.

Quella sera, non fossero stati tanto i forestieri ad abbattere i passerotti, quanto piuttosto questi ultimi, uccelli magici volati da un luogo sconosciuto, a prendere d'assalto le loro anime vagabonde.

Missing someone is a vague, unpleasant sensation, like gnawing anxiety. It isn't as concrete as grief, but it's just as pervasive and there's no escaping it.

and that touched off something else...old sorrows, good friends gone down into the earth. Sometimes I picture death as a wide stone stair-case, filled with a silent procession of those being led away.