Quotes About Sorrow

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt hollow and empty and aching.

I wish- I wish I could dry these tears, I wish I could make this better for you. But I don't know how.

Suutelen jalkojanne, ihana rouva! Ja menen jonnekin muualle suremaan onnetonta tähteäni...ja teidän huonoa makuanne! Samalla uudistan tuttavuuteni erinoimaisen Beaune-viininne kanssa. Se näiden kirottujen burgundien kunniaksi on sentään sanottava, että he osaavat valmistaa viiniä!

una inútil ansia de tener lástima de algo, de que llueva aquí dentro, de que por fin empiece a llover, a oler a tierra, a cosas vivas, sí, por fin a cosas vivas.

Y si nos mordemos el dolor es dulce, y si nos ahogamos en un breve y terrible absorber simultáneo de aliento, esa instantánea muerte es bella. Y hay una sola saliva y un solo sabor a fruta madura, y yo te siento temblar como una luna en el agua.

Para llorar, dirija la imaginación hacia usted mismo, y si esto le resulta imposible por haber contraído el hábito de creer en el mundo exterior, piense en un pato cubierto de hormigas o en esos golfos del estrecho de Magallanes en los que no entra nadie, nunca.

Mírame morir y olvida.

Yo tengo un reloj con menos vida, con menos casa y menos acostarme, yo soy un cronopio desdichado y húmedo».

Doll, novel. Death, doll.

porque los atacó la seca, como Juan Rulfo.

One morning, about four o'clock, I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought, Why am I out this time of night? I was miserable, and it came to me: I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with.

He cried often for his love of some girl or another. Cried in the bathroom, where nobody could hear him.

una maldita borracha

No, there was no such thing as a good death.

It had never occurred to her that God would cry, but of course that was wrong. God would be crying all the time. He would cry and cry and never stop.

In her mind's eye she saw it, saw it all at last: the rolling armies and the flames of battle; the graves and pits and dying cries of a hundred million souls; the spreading darkness, like a black wing stretching over the earth; the last, bitter hours of cruelty and sorrow, and the terrible, final flights; death's great dominion over all, and, at the last, empty cities, becalmed by the silence of a hundred years. Already these things were coming to pass.

That was always the hardest part, missing you.

Death is death. Whether you die smiling or with tears in your eyes, it amounts to the same thing. A whole heap of nothing

But I've wept so much,' she said to Delay. 'Now I don't cry any more. When you don't cry it's because you no longer believe in happiness.

Lost money is bewailed with deeper sighs Than friends, or kindred, and with louder cries.

Death is to be feared because of the pain and loss it inflicts through love, and for no other reason.

Somewhere there are gardens where peacocks sing like nightingales, somewhere there are caravans of separated lovers traveling to meet each other; there are ruby fires on distant mountains, and blue comets that come in spring like sapphires in the black sky. If this is not so, meet me in the shameful yard, and we will plant a gallows tree, and swing like sad pendulums, never once touching.

It's sheer spitefulness to allow mortals to love because everybody dies but the love they cause to be in others doesn't die with them. Therefore love is the cause of the greatest sorrow therefore love is the greatest evil.

akuntala must go to-day; I miss her now at heart; I dare not speak a loving word Or choking tears will start. My eyes are dim with anxious thought; Love strikes me to the life: And yet I strove for pious peace— I have no child, no wife.