Quotes About Sorrow

One inch of love is an inch of ashes.

The song is languid and speaks of love and loneliness and loss. Why does love seem to go with the sad things?

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

The joys of love...last only a moment. The sorrows of love last all the life long.

Grief is the price Love pays for being in the same world with Death.

Did you love well what you very soon left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.

I'm so sorry for loving you, I'm so sorry.... But it was such a wonderful dream, my love, such a wonderful dream.

If we didn't love things, then we couldn't feel their loss. The flip side of loving is losing. I mean, you can't experience one without the other.

It's always difficult to watch someone you love die.

He was taken to St. Lawrence Hospital and died the next day. He never regained consciousness.

Nada nos puede consolar cuando lo pensamos detenidamente.

Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?

I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door- Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow. Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore- You may not see me tomorrow.

Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you And one deserving of affection? And is our purpose not the same on this earth To love and follow his direction? ... Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore You may not see me tomorrow

You drink bitter water And you been eating the bread of sorrow You can't live for today When all you're ever thinking of is tomorrow The path you've endured has been rough When you've decided that you've had enough, then Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows The dead will arise and burst out of your clothes And ye shall be changed

I asked him to forgive me, without knowing what for, but that was my lot, asking forgiveness, I even asked forgiveness of myself for being what I was, what it was my nature to be. Depressed

But the division in him was a sorrow and a torment, and he became accustomed to it only as one gets used to an unhealed and frequently reopened wound.

If you go near her or touch her with your finger, a spark will light up the room and either kill you on the spot or electrify you for your whole life with a magnetically attractive, plaintive craving and sorrow.

Her dark hair was scattered and its beauty stung his eyes like smoke and ate into his heart.

Por la ventana se veían los largos regueros de lágrimas del crepúsculo en las negras mejillas de las nubes.

Pocas cosas se te clavan tan adentro como las lágrimas de un padre.

When she's next to him, when she rests her hand on his, his whole body aches with something like knowledge for all he has lost, the chances he will never have, to return such a touch, to fall of a horse or eat chinese food or shoot a crossbow (which has always been one of his most dear wishes), to receive a letter in the mail, to be kissed with longing or punched in the jaw.