Quotes About Sorrow

Dragostea noastra e frumoasa pentru ca e imposibila...

Tôi yêu n?i b?t h?nh c?a tôi; nó ??ng hành v?i tôi. ?ôi lúc, khi nh?t th?i th?y h?nh ph?c, tôi c?m th?y th? gì ?ó nh? th? s? thi?u v?ng n?i ?au. Ta luôn nhanh chóng tr? nên nghi?n ng?p n?i u s?u c?a chính mình.

Anh ch? dành t?ng m?ng s?ng c?a mình cho nh?ng kho?nh kh?c b? ?ánh c?p; th?n ch?t ?ã b?t ch??c anh, mang anh ?i th?t quá nhanh chóng.

Aquellos a quienes debía amar, han muerto; han muerto los que hubieran podido amarme. Y no tengo tiempo ni fuerzas para intentar el viaje hacia aquellos que sobreviven, para redescubrirlos. No hay nada en mí, ni siquiera mi voz, mis ademanes ni mi risa, que no pertenezca al monstruo que he lanzado contra el mundo y a quien he dado mi nombre.

Readers, friends, if you turn these pages Put your prejudice aside, For, really, there's nothing here that's outrageous, Nothing sick, or bad — or contagious. Not that I sit here glowing with pride For my book: all you'll find is laughter: That's all the glory my heart is after, Seeing how sorrow eats you, defeats you. I'd rather write about laughing than crying, For laughter makes men human, and courageous.

J'ai hurlé dans le noir des parois de mon ventre quand j'ai demandé après toi. L'enfermée le sang la tache.

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.

All around you are people whose lives are filled with trouble and sorrow, and they need your compassion and encouragement.

Sometimes . . . we grow homesick for heaven. Many times in the midst of the sin, suffering, and sorrow of this life there is a tug at our soul. That is homesickness coupled with anticipation.

Repentance is only one part of our response to Christ (and even the strength to repent comes from God). But it is an essential part, for without it we cannot claim Christ is our Lord. The Bible says, "Godly sorrow brings repentance that leads to salvation and leaves no regret" (2 Cor. 7:10 NIV).

If we are going to touch the people of our communities, we too must know their sorrows, feel for them in their temptations, stand with them in their heartbreaks. Jesus Christ entered into the arena of our troubles, and He wept with them that wept and rejoiced with them that rejoiced.

No matter how hard we try, words simply cannot express the horror, the shock, and the revulsion we all feel over what took place in this nation on 9/11. My prayer today is that we will feel the loving arms of God wrapped around us, and will know in our hearts that He will never forsake us as we trust in Him.

To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose . . . a time to gain, and a time to lose" (Ecclesiastes 3:1, 6 NKJV). In times of loss there are lessons to be gained. Let's not miss the purposes of God even in times of sorrow and disappointment, for He is always with us on our journey.

I wept more in Korea than in all the past several years put together. These experiences changed my life. I could never be quite the same again . . . I felt sadder, older. I felt as though I had gone in a boy and come out a man.

Humanity wants comfort in its sorrow, light in its darkness, peace in its turmoil, rest in its weariness, and healing in its sickness and diseases: The Gospel gives all of this to us.

Grief comes with many losses. Whatever its cause, grief will come to all of us.

therefore i live for today- certain of finding at sunrise guidance and strength for the way. power for each moment of weakness, hope for each moment of pain, comfort for every sorrow, sunshine and joy after rain!

Hers was not love lost; it was love denied.

The moral of the story is this: sometimes, to do nothing, to do nothing at all, is the sorriest thing ever.

3. When he smiles at you, sometimes you feel like crying.

I saw my evil day at hand. The sun rose dim on us in the morning, and at night it sank in a dark cloud, and looked like a ball of fire. That was the last sun that shone on Black Hawk. His heart is dead…. He is now a prisoner to the white man.

Sorrow rightly used may often give insight, forcing the mind to think and the eye to see; just as disease may read us many a lesson.

Disease and sorrow exist, but health is the normal, and joy is the natural, and it is a privilege to live.

Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe, After night I do crowd, And with night will go; I turn my back to the east, From whence comforts have increased; For light doth seize my brain With frantic pain.