Quotes About Sorrow

This was always her problem, of course. That her children's sorrows became hers. She felt their pain so deeply, she hardly registered her own.

A parent could no more protect her children from sorrow and loss than she could keep the sun from setting, or rising again the next day.

El llanto es un perro inmenso, que va mordiendo por dentro mientras no sale, y deja vacíos detrás, abismos de llenado incierto.

También ella sonreía, pero la suya era una sonrisa melancólica, la sonrisa de las cosas perdidas.

Éste es el único consuelo que tenemos nosotros, los hijos de este país incendiado, condenados como estamos a recordar y averiguar y lamentar, y luego a componer canciones para el incendio.

Lo que cava La sangre corcovea en todos los rincones, en el alma superior, en su orgullo, en los perros con olor a furia. El ser amado convierte la humillación en asombro y vengo aquí para decir que te amo. El domingo del payaso prueba la desolación. La emoción contra la pared espera que la fusilen. Nuestros cuerpos conocen esa pared. Es una atadura del sol que cava y cava.

Sus ojos azules, antaño vivaces, son un campo yermo, sembrado de sal.

What seems at first a cup of sorrow is found in the end immortal wine.

Ya murió? ¿Y de qué? -No supe de qué. Tal vez de tristeza. Suspiraba mucho. -Eso es malo. Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.

We are always parting! It's supposed to be sweet sorrow or something, isn't it? Those poets. They'll say anything.

the sum of unhappiness is always greater than the parts

The grocer told him that he participated in his sorrow, the Hebrew way of expressing condolence.

Loss. Thats what it was, a hole I could never fill. It would be bottomless.

Had the disappointments of middle age, the sorrow of a failed marriage, drained something out of her, what her father used to call her pep? Had she lost so much vitality that a young man could see right through her?

O who can cure Poor little Andromeda Naughty naughty Naughty thing Tears run down her childish breast, the song being so sad. The shower has already passed and now the wind ruffles her hair, and it's squalling everywhere… Naughty naughty Miaow Miaow Since no one comes to help me I'll throw myself in the water!

Ô Terre, ô terre, ô race humaine, / vous me faites bien de la peine.

As I ached for this lost part of myself, my missing finger became a synecdoche for all lost things in my life—women and mothers, youth and full-scalp coverage, soberness, and the bliss of solid sleep. Most of all, I ached for the future as a shimmering, distant thing.

fallecido. —Madame no sufrió, pero los últimos días estuvo muy agitada, parecía saber que iba a morir y se lamentaba de no poder despedirse de sus hijos ni de sus nietos, especialmente de usted y de mademoiselle Laura, que eran sus nietas favoritas.

Promise me," she said. "You have to promise me that you will always be more happy than you are sorry.

Llegó a creer que había muerto, ¿Por qué cómo podía estar él ahí con ella si no estaba en el cielo?

There's a kind of grief that just eats one up. It weighs one down.

And Anthony, who'd only just learned what it was to love, learned what it was to die inside.

Debauchery is perhaps an act of despair in the face of infinity.

To never see her again, to never hear her sweet voice, smell her warm scent…it was simply unbearable. The loss felt like death and in a way it was—the death of everything that meant anything to him. Gods, how was he going to go on?