Quotes About Sorrow

I missed Eve so much I couldn't be a human anymore and feel the pain that humans feel. I had to be an animal again.

A heart that has lost knows every other heart that has lost. Late and soon, loss is all the same.

The grief ran down the highways with me—a mix of tenderness and sorrow that shifted with every passing town, with the far side of every mountain pass, at every place where pavement turned to dirt.

IF WE LEARNED TO FLOAT IN SORROW RATHER THAN THRASH ABOUT LIKE A DROWNING EMOTIONAL VICTIM, WE MIGHT FIND THAT IT CAN BE USED TO SET US FREE.

Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.

There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken. There is a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable. There is a sorrow beyond all grief, which leads to joy. And a fragility out of whose depths emerges strength. There is a hollow space too vast for words through which we pass with each loss, out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being" --the poetess Rashani, quoted by

Whenever he sat in the swingset it got tangled up. He said it was demons in the steel that were drawn to the sweat & sorrow of the steelworkers across the generations. Plastic doesn't have those sorts of problems yet, he said.

There are no words for so much loss, not right after it happens.

Perhaps all women are part faerie, for what woman can deny her faerie blood when the portals to her own land are open; when the full moon sings its insistent song; when sorrow and passion and rage pulse through her body at moon times. This is why women are the chosen ones of Faerie, pat of the vibrant, fluid, emotional soul of the world…

Perhaps all women are part faerie, for what woman can deny her faerie blood when the portals to her own land are open; when the full moon sings its insistent song; when sorrow and passion and rage pulse through her body at moon times. This is why women are the chosen ones of Faerie, part of the vibrant, fluid, emotional soul of the world…

Enoch did not care about the rebellion. He did not care about the gods. He did not care about anything anymore. His Edna was gone. Now, only his son Methuselah kept him anchored to this earth.

His sorrow was magnified by the fact that he knew he was too hard on them, too demanding, too impatient. They were Yahweh's way of pounding the selfishness out of his own soul. And in their youthful flaws he could see himself before his heavenly father. His own imperfection, his own selfish demands and need for guidance and wisdom. They taught him as much about his heavenly father's love for him as any of the sacrifices could. But now they were all dead.

uncharacteristic sorrow he showed one evening as he contemplated the stars and confessed, "I really thought we'd be out there by now. I really did. But we've become a complacent species without will.

You will find joy, frustration and sorrow in your quest. Never forget that friendship and loyalty are more precious than riches...Happiness can be brief, but it knows no time in the land of dreams.

Spiritual beings should think and behave like spiritual beings; that is our nature and ultimate destiny. But when the circumstances of everyday life lead us astray and we forget our true nature, that is when sorrow, worry, and fear enter. That is when inner peace, joy, and happiness exit.

I know this because the worst has happened. The thing I can't live with… has happened. And for all our back and forth— and all the things we've said and done to each other… there's one thing that I'll never be able to tell anyone now… The one thing! The one thing I should have told you. But now I can't… It wasn't worth it.

Sleep now, Alone in the sleeves of grief, Listening to clothes falling And your flesh touching God;

We live in a world of fire and death and funerals.

Nothing says you're sorry like a dead bunny.

Everytime I try to fly, I fall Without my wings, I feel so small; I guess I need you baby And Everytime I see you in my dreams, I'll see your face, It's haunting me, I guess I need you baby

Life and hope must cease together.

I feel so sorry that many Christians live in bondage even though Jesus has signed their release form with His own blood.

That sense of loss grew within the humans who had been left behind, left to live without unicorns. Even the ones who had never seen a unicorn, never heard of a unicorn, felt the passing of something sweet and wonderful. It was as if the air had surrendered a bit of its spice, the water a bit of its sparkle, the night a bit of its mystery.

Hearts grow hard and weary. Pain spreads, and joy diminishes. Those who hated you hate you still, but those who loved you, or would have loved you, or wanted to love you but never had the chance, are being scraped hollow by a loss they don't understand. Come home. Please come home. We are withering without you.