Quotes About Sorrow

While forced to dwell apart from thy dear face, Love, robed like sorrow, led me by the hand And taught my doubting heart to understand That which has puzzled all the human race.

Tragedy is the violation of love.

The experiences you'll have, the people you'll love, the jobs, the joys, the sorrows, the way you'll die. It is all predestined, unless you will a change.

You came to me to learn the Pleasure of Life and the Pleasure of Art. Perhaps I am chosen to teach you something much more wonderful, the meaning of Sorrow and its beauty.

Lover, " she whispers, and closes her eyes.It falls upon her.Love is like dying.

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.

Love is a dream. Dreams are good, but do not be surprised if you wake up in tears.

When you miss someone....it's weird…your body doesn't function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it's not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

A heart, once stolen, can never be taken back.

I died of a broken heart.Oh! And the gunshot wound to the chest!

And what's your unhappiness due to, Harry?The words came out before he had time to think. "Loving someone who loves me.

and that's where love finds you... in the tragedies.

There is no hope for the hopeless but there is always some love for the loveless.

Caine might have smiled at her, had his heart not been breaking to smithereens inside of him.

I curse the heavens for letting the stars fall, I curse myself for not being there to catch them.

When love begs hatred & sorrow, show it your heart. For what you sow you reap, what you feel you seek.

Love is bitter, death is sweet.

Which one of them would make you the most sad if you had to live your life without him?

I'm sorry, I say. I didn't give you everything you wanted. I wasn't everything you wanted. You were everything I wanted.

In that wounded place, buried betweenmy ribs and letting go, I miss you.

I die a little, In the echo of your silence.

here it was the whole world wrapped inside my armsAnd I let it all slip away

I could not pity her, for I knew now what had become of her child, and she was better dead.

the passing gleams of the moonlight between the scudding clouds crossing and passing, [are] like the gladness and sorrow of a man's life.