Quotes About Sorrow

Shared sorrow is lessened, shared joy is increased

Life was a sorrowful throb of this Matter teaching it anguish, Teaching it hope and desire trod out too soon in the mire, Life the frail joy that regrets its briefness, life the long sorrow.

To feed death with her works is here life's doom.

Life, the river of the Spirit, consenting to anguish and sorrow.

Your heart will be shattered by sorrow If you force it to live In tomorrow's ephemeral imagination-world Instead of in today's eternal Reality-Now.

And I wondered that I now loved Thee, and no phantasm for Thee. And yet did I not press on to enjoy my God; but was borne up to Thee by Thy beauty, and soon borne down from Thee by mine own weight, sinking with sorrow into these inferior things.

This is the fruit of my confessions of what I am, not of what I have been, to confess this, not before Thee only, in a secret exultation with trembling, and a secret sorrow with hope; but in the ears also of the believing sons of men, sharers of my joy, and partners in my mortality, my fellow-citizens, and fellow-pilgrims, who are gone before, or are to follow on, companions of my way.

Times lose no time; nor do they roll idly by; through our senses they work strange operations on the mind. Behold, they went and came day by day, and by coming and going, introduced into my mind other imaginations and other remembrances; and little by little patched me up again with my old kind of delights, unto which that my sorrow gave way.

Stage-plays also carried me away, full of images of my miseries, and of fuel to my fire. Why is it, that man desires to be made sad, beholding doleful and tragical things, which yet himself would no means suffer? yet he desires as a spectator to feel sorrow at them, and this very sorrow is his pleasure. What is this but a miserable madness?

Lord, have pity on me. My evil sorrows strive with my good joys; and on which side is the victory, I know not.

Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine

There is no spot on earth that is free from loss. On this street, or in this room, someone lay down or was put down and was no more. Someone held someone else for the last time here. Rivers and lakes and oceans are full of people who vanished beneath the surface and were never seen again. Wherever you are standing, wherever you call home, someone left the earth there. Everyone we love dies and disappears.

I felt myself being invaded through and through, I crumbled, disintegrated, and only emptiness remained.

War would end if the dead could return.

Am I lonelier now Than when my sad imagination Had him disappear? Heart torn, Loosing tiny droplets Of sorrow No tape can measure No needle can mend.

The tips of my overgrown bangs dip into the wet of my tears. My fingers, forehead, moisten with sweat. I fight the slipperiness, press the valves firmly, play the love, the hate, the misery, the hope, the freedom that I wanted, never wanted, can't have; that doesn't exist.

My child died last night—and now I shall be alone again, if I must really go on living. They will come tomorrow, strange, hulking, black-clad men bringing a coffin, and they will put him in it, my poor boy, my only child.

savez-vous ce que c'est que de voir mourir quelqu'un ? Y avez-vous déjà assisté ? Avez-vous vu comment le corps se recroqueville, comment les ongles bleuis griffent le vide, comment chaque membre se contracte, chaque doigt se raidit contre l'effroyable issue, comment un râle sort du gosier...avez-vous vu dans les yeux exorbités cette épouvante qu'aucun mot ne peut rendre ?

Ä°çte tutulan gözyaÅŸlar? ak?t?lanlardan daha ac?t?c?d?r.

Derken içeriye karanl?k çöktü, t?pk? yüreÄŸime çöken karanl?k gibi.

Imagination seems to be a glory and a misery, a blessing and a curse. Adam, to his sorrow, lacked it. Eve, to her sorrow, possessed it. Had both been blessed -- or cursed -- with it, there would have been much keener competition for the apple.

My love, I see you through my tears. No pity in your face I see. I have sailed far across the years; Stretch out, stretch out your arms to me.

Her blank eyes burrowed through the fetid air between herself and her visitor. They were without content; hollow pools of meaninglessness. They were not eyes, but voids sunk between two jutting pent-houses of bone and two bloodless hummocks of cheek. They suspended two raw rods of grief before their own immobility, like frozen fountains in a bright wintry air; and on these rods the fluttering rags of a futile grief were hung.

Y, por desgracia, sus gafas cayeron al suelo. El mágico telescopio que le permitía contemplar el mundo del espíritu se rompió así en mil pedazos.