Quotes About Sorrow

9/11 was a terrible, horrific, tragic day.

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

The death of my daughter is a subject I talk about briefly because there is nothing more tragic.

It is a very beautiful story, 'The Crow.' It is a very tragic story with huge emotional themes.

I love the tragic side. I don't do 'happy' onstage. I like the dark, the disturbed.

I honestly think I was an Indian living in the time of the Trail of Tears. Something like that. Every time I read books about back then, I get so devastatingly sad, so, so... I feel such a deep connection to it.

I have had to really grapple with the fact that, while I wish things could be different at times, I ultimately needed to experience the transformation that comes with pain and loss and sorrow.

For better and for worse, I feel like sorrow and grief are really transformative personal experiences for me, and I question what I would be had I decided to take a different path and not embrace that kind of pain.

So take a good look at my faceYou'll see my smile looks out of placeIf you look closer it's easy to traceThe tracks of my tears

ObÅ'Ä™d i szaÅ', rozczarowanie i ?al, SiÄ…d? tu, a opowiem tobie o mÄ™ce tÄ™sknoty I zdwojonym bólu.

I'm like my mother, she thought, I search my joy for signs of sorrow ahead.

There have been hours in my unhappy life, many of them, when the contemplation of death as the end of earthly sorrow - of the grave as a resting place for the tired and worn out body - has been pleasant to dwell upon. But such contemplations vanish in the hour of peril. No man, in his full strength, can stand undismayed, in the presence of the "king of terrors." Life is dear to every living thing; the worm that crawls upon the ground will struggle for it.

How can you know love, and lose it, and go on living without it, and not feel the loss forever?" "You can't," Feather answered. "You feel the loss forever. But you put it in a corner of yourself, and bit by bit some of your sorrow changes into joy. And that's how you go on living.

My heart lurched and cleanly broke.

As surely as John McCrodden had filled Poirot's room with cold contempt, Annabel Treadway had brought sorrow in with her.

I shrug like I don't care. ...Like every fiber of my being isn't weeping in need for him

I stare into the distance, where Tate´s Jeep turns off the road and fades from sight. All of a sudden, my chest feels so tight it hurts-I imagine this is the sensation someone gets when they're underwater for too long and out of breath.

Repentance is accepted remorse.

To revive sorrow is cruel.

The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.

Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

What clouds may wet the gaze without hope of emptiness within us?

tears,love,life Who knows how many tears have flown in the Word of God from the creation of the world?

We are certainly descendents of the sea for our tears are salted and when we shed them on the jowl of time, the sea that has always been within us flows on our face.