Quotes About Sorrow

Dying," Morris suddenly said, "is only one thing to be sad over, Mitch. Living unhappily is something else.

When you are born, you cried while the world rejoiced.Live your life in such a way that when you die the world cries while you rejoice.

Lágrima"—"Teardrop"—the

It has always been a mystery to me, Annabelle, how beauty and anguish can share the same moment.

A heart weighs more when it splits in two;

so that when he sat, he seemed like a layer of frowns stacked in a chair.

You want some?" he asked. "No, thank you, Inspector." "Don't drink?" "Not anymore." "How come?" "I drank to forget things." "And?" "I kept remembering them.

No matter where I go, sadness follows. No matter how much time passes it won't go away. You get only one heart when you're born, and you can't turn it in or get it repaired. The only thing that fills it is more sadness. I'm surprised there's any room left in there at all.

We are all children who lose our parents, all of us, every man and woman and boy and girl, and we too will all be lost by those who come after us and love us, and this loss unites humanity, unites every human being, the temporary nature of our being-ness, and our shared sorrow, the heartache we each carry and yet too often refuse to acknowledge in one another.

Saeed prayed a great deal, and so did his father, and so did their guests, and some of them wept, but Saeed had wept only once, when he first saw his mother's corpse and screamed, and Saeed's father wept only when he was alone in his room, silently, without tears, his body seized as though by a stutter, or a shiver, that would not let go, for his sense of loss was boundless, and his sense of the benevolence of the universe was shaken, and his wife had been his best friend.

When he prayed he touched his parents, who could not otherwise be touched, and he touched a feeling that we are all children who lose our parents, all of us, every man and woman and boy and girl, and we too will all be lost by those who come after us and love us, and this loss unites humanity, unites every human being, the temporary nature of our being-ness, and our shared sorrow, the heartache we each carry and yet too often refuse to acknowledge in one another

She smiled at her sister-in-law's small sad face, all her features lined up, as ever, to mourn for everything that had passed and all that would come to pass.

She died that evening and left me, in Louise fashion, sitting in ten kinds of dark.

Má, please do not cry. I know I could have bought bread with it, a room for the night. I could have bought acts of love with it, but I could have never bought back the years of your life. Sorrow, even when tempered by sweat and toil into a whisper weight of gold, is still sorrow. Worthless to us both in the end, Má. Better that a stranger circles the globe with it than your youngest son.

Oh she says the inconceivable sorrow of it, those chairs piled up at night when you're sitting in a cafè. The last one left.

He wondered what his sorrow was and could not remember.

Her heart beat with the rattle of broken wings.

The scent of the tree's flowers can stop conversation. Rohan knows no purer source of melancholy.

Why can't I wake up? she had said upon opening her eyes in bed the day after her mother's death.

I don't cry. Unfortunately, I seem rather short of tears, so my sorrows have to stay inside me.

Sometimes I remember that I can't always protect those I love. Under his fingers, her hair was soft and silky. She didn't try to tell him that he wasn't God, that he couldn't protect everyone. He knew that. But knowing and believing were two different things. What she did say succeeded in stopping his heart. I wish you'd love me. Why? Because then maybe you could protect me, too. Haunting sorrow whispered through her tone.

Sorrow fought with joy in his mind. He was going home, but he had lost Thorgil and Rune forever.

All those stories must have ended this same way, with someone tired going home from a field full of death, but no one ever sang this part.

But he wasn't going for the sake of corruption or the kingdom. His tower was broken, he'd drunk Spindle-water, and he'd held my hand. So now he was going to run away as quick as he could, and find himself some new stone walls to hide behind. He'd keep himself locked away for ten years this time, until he withered his own roots, and didn't feel the lack of them anymore.