Quotes About Sorrow

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. What must a father feel, when come The pangs of parting from his child at home?

There is only so much one can do for the dead without joining them. The Caravan from Troon

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy.

The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.

Grief was what you owed the dead for the necessary crime of living on without them.

Grief never leaves, It merely sinks into you.

Ghum-khaur: devorador-de-mágoas, aquele que absorve o desgosto do enlutado.

Grief is a closet Full of emptiness As shoes Without your feet, Hats Without your head.

I see now... The most important things I have... I lose them, no matter how much I care for them.

Dad never really got over Jack's death and was deeply inspired by his brother throughout his life to delve deeper into his own faith.

I am devastated by the loss of my beautiful wife Jane. She was my best friend.

böyle kaçar?m ölümün vuruÅŸlar?ndan; ama h?zl? deÄŸil kaç???m, arzumun benimle gelemeyeceÄŸi kadar, hep geldiÄŸi gibi sessiz yürürüm, yoksa ölü sözler aÄŸlat?r insanlar?, oysa ben yaln?z aks?n isterim gözyaÅŸlar?m.

Now that the time that calls me to depart draws near, I think, or will not be too long, like one whom losses make acute and wise, I keep on wondering where I left the way that leads to a safe haven on the right: and on the one hand I am stung by shame and sorrow making me turn back; and on the other cannot break the habit of a pleasure grown so strong that now it dares to play for time with death.

gönlümüzde kayg?lar, kollar?m?zda boÅŸluk, geçici zevkler ve bitmek bilmez dert, k???n güller, yaz ortas?nda buz, belirsiz umut önümüzde ve k?sa süren sevinç, piÅŸmanl?k ve elem, ard?m?zda b?rakt???m?z (aÅŸk?n utkusu iii, 115-119)

A man dies as often as he loses his friends.

Nay rather, vindictive persons live the life of witches; who, as they are mischievous, so end they infortunate.

Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme.

Seeing how sorrow eats you, defeats you. I'd rather write about laughing than crying, For laughter makes men human, and courageous.

drugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnal round, the monotonous sorrow of the finite, within I am awake repairing in dirt the frayed immaculate thread forced by being to watch the birth of suns

Draped across an armchair lay his famous long black coat, empty now, and hollow with missing him.

As Thomas Moore once put it, "Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal." Jesus is heaven personified.