Quotes About Sorrow

He clutched at my fingers--a spasm, perhaps, for the touch relaxed almost instantly. 'Jane.' 'My lord.' He smiled faintly, a curving of the lips; but the face was so haggard, and beaded with sweat. 'You cry, dear? Waste. Should've married you years ago.

The daughter of Sin was determined to go To the dark house, dwelling of Erkalla's god, To the house which those who enter cannot leave, On the road where travelling is one-way only, To the house where those who enter are deprived of light, Where dust is their food, clay their bread. They see no light, they dwell in darkness, They are clothed like birds, with feathers.

the Sioux did not rejoice. Too many of their own had been lost that day. When

The only infallible truth of our lives is that everything we love in life will be taken from us.

Unrequited love is as different from the mutual love as the error from the truth.

The truth is life is full of joy and full of great sorrow, but you can't have one without the other.

No great truth bursts upon man without having its hemisphere of darkness and sorrow.

Sorrow is not in death but in loneliness, and conflict comes when you seek consolation, forgetfullness, explanations, and illusions.

Night sometimes lends such tragic assistance to catastrophe.

Each tear being shed holds a thousand pounds of truth.

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.What are brief? today and tomorrow.What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.What are deep? the ocean and truth.

Your words will either give you joy or give you sorrow, but if they were spoken without regret, they give you peace.

And now she has no more later, and there seems little reason in having a later without her.

There are no moments more painful for a parent than those in which you contemplate your child's perfect innocence of some imminent pain, misfortune, or sorrow. That innocence (like every kind of innocence children have) is rooted in their trust of you, one that you will shortly be obliged to betray; whether it is fair or not, whether you can help it or not, you are always the ultimate guarantor or destroyer of that innocence.

Little Peter's," Soto said.

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Through it all he was haunted by only one thing. His daughter. Not having had final words with her. Not being able to watch her prosper as an adult. It tore him up to think that he would never see or speak to her again. Guilt overtook him as he acknowledged that he had squandered the past several months as Maddie's father trying to save a woman who didn't want to be saved. In the darkest hours before dawn, hot tears of regret had rolled down his cheeks.

The details made no difference either way to Bosch, because he considered her death a murder. It was a nine-year-old murder, and whoever had taken Daisy had also taken Elizabeth. Never mind that the killer had never met or even seen Elizabeth. He took everything that mattered away from her. He had killed her just as plainly as he had killed her daughter. Two for the price of one.

Do you know a six-letter word for a man of constant sorrow and loneliness?" she asked after sliding the window open and then checking her nail for damage. "Bosch.

I'm sorry, kitten. It'll all be over soon." I managed to say between sobs. "Meow." The kitten said. "Goodbye.

She wants to have baked a cake that banishes sorrow, even if only for a little while.

She'd never imagined it like this-when she thought of someone (a woman like herself)losing her mind, she'd imagined shrieks and wails, hallucinations; but at that moment it had seemed clear that there was another way, far quieter; a way that was numb and hopeless, flat, so much so that an emotion as strong as sorrow would have been a relief.

Right now she is reading Virginia Woolf, all of Virginia Woolf, book by book-She is fascinated by the idea of a woman like that, a woman of such brilliance, such strangeness, such immeasurable sorrow; a woman who had genius but still filled her pocket with a stone and waded out into a river.

End of story. 'Happily ever after' fell on everyone like a guillotine's blade.