Quotes About Sorrow

A faint tear wet Meiko's eye, so slight a bit of moisture that it passed unseen by Yasuko. Yet all the anguish of which she never spoke was compressed into that single drop

Taiki was watching the kings talk, feeling the kind of happiness that can only come after a long sorrow.

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!

Andare a caccia di ricordi non è mai un bell'affare. Qualunque cosa trovi sulla tua strada rimane in ogni caso un nulla di fatto. Quelli belli non li puoi più catturare e quelli brutti non li puoi uccidere. E ogni respiro sembrava fatto d'aria malsana, quella che si ferma in gola e lascia un cattivo sapore in bocca.

For those who have no faith in immortality, its joys and sorrows, certain fatal situations can result in despair and suicide.

Je suis le ténébreux, — le veuf, — l'inconsolé, Le prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie : Ma seule étoile est morte, — et mon luth constellé Porte le Soleil noir de la Mélancolie." "I am the Dark One, – the Widower, – the Unconsoled The Aquitaine Prince whose Tower is destroyed: My only star is dead,- and my constellated lute Bears the black Sun of Melancholia.

The flesh was falling from the bones of those I loved, and all the mountain flowers were crushed and broken.

Men were snoring, twitching and whimpering, struggling with nightmares less terrible than reality.

In vain you beg, in vain you ache, in vain you've opened your wrecked heart wide. Perhaps in heaven the rainclouds quake because we both have cried?

gli sorrise d'un sorriso cosí tenue, direi quasi cosí immateriale, che non parve espresso da un moto delle labbra, sí bene da una irradiazione dell'anima per le labbra, mentre gli occhi rimanevan tristi pur sempre, e come smarriti nella lontananza d'un sogno interiore. Eran veramente gli occhi della Notte, cosí inviluppati d'ombra, quali per una Allegoria avrebbeli forse imaginati il Vinci dopo aver veduta in Milano Lucrezia Crivelli.

That Woman is in love with her own grief.

EMILY MARKS DAEDALUS 1875-1909 SHE HATH DIED OF DYSENTERY

Gabrielle Zevin

What if there is only an equal ratio of happiness to unhappiness in the world at any given time?

Your music is the music of death.

What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.

Grief was an opponent he would never be able to defeat.

The eyes mirror the heart of a person. An entire life can be seen through them. Love, sorrow, deceit, pain. If you look closely, it's all there.

Mourn, ye Graces and Loves, and all you whom the Graces love. My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow, my lady's pet.

Poor Catullus, you should cease your folly.

Not unknown am I to the goddess [Venus] who mingles with her cares a sweet bitterness.

En qué clase de mundo vivimos, que te deja amar tanto a alguien y luego te lo arrebata para siempre? Entonces comprendí que el cielo no existe en otra parte, y tampoco el infierno. Están en la tierra. Los tenemos aquí mismo, en nuestra vida común. Solo que a veces tenemos que atravesar un infierno para llegar al cielo.

The wages of dying are love.

Mas luego a la memoria se m'ofrece aquella noche tenebrosa, escura, que siempre aflige esta anima mezquina con la memoria de mi desventura: verte presente agora me parece en aquel duro trance de Lucina; y aquella voz divina, con cuyo son y acentos a los airados vientos pudieran amansar, que agora es muda, me parece que oigo, que a la cruda, inexorable diosa demandabas en aquel paso ayuda; y tú, rústica diosa, ¿dónde estabas?