Quotes About Sorrow

Do you ever think about how tears undo themselves as they run down your face, how that's what crying is, tears unrolling themselves until they are nothing?

This, I suspect, is the territory that lies just ahead and around the curve of today. A place where loss grows more familiar, where joy is harmonized by sorrow, where endings outnumber beginnings, and where kindness becomes a sacrament.

How did people do this, for heaven's sake? How was she supposed to get up and go on with this sorrow hanging on her, dragging her down?

War is sorrowful. The flames of war burns away life and dreams and bonds, leaving behind countless sorrows. Sorry gives birth to tragedy, And tragedy gives birth to Akuma." (Lavi Bookman)

Forgive me, Nea. What happened to you…was all my fault. But I must fulfill my role…as the Millennium Earl.

there is no grief more devastating than the grief for what could have been.

Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.

I do not think I responded immediately, for it took me a moment or two to fully digest these words of Miss Kenton. Moreover, as you might appreciate, their implications were such as to provoke a certain degree of sorrow within me. Indeed- why should I not admit it? - at that moment, my heart was breaking.

Blanky. Such an innocuous name for something that had now cemented itself as the locus of my grief and horror and rage.

You say you can't imagine what it must be like to lose a child. Let me make it easy for you. It's the beginning of the end of your world.

Grief is dishonest and irrational. It makes us believe we would do anything to restore the natural order as we perceive it, even though it is the very same order that extinguishes the ones we love. And should our wish be fulfilled and the dead return, we'd be left to answer

Ghosts, after all, have little to celebrate and the living have plenty to mourn.

The most merciless thing in the world is love. When love flees, all that remains is memory to compensate.

Then the image came back into his head. His wife Mary, pinned to the ceiling, blood pooling outward from her stomach, fire surrounding and consuming her.

The rich of this world will vanish like smoke, and no memory of their past pleasures will remain. But even in their lifetime they do not enjoy them without bitterness, weariness and fear, for the very things whence they derive their pleasures often carry with them the seeds of sorrow.

Don't look so sad," she said. Her eyes were full of tears. "I can't help it," he said. "I am sad." "I'm sorry I've made you so unhappy." "Don't be sorry for that. Be sorry that you made me so happy. That's what hurts, woman. That you made me so happy.

I don't imagine I'll ever get over missing him, Raymond said. Some things you don't get over. I believe this'll be one of them.

And they had folded his brother's hands across his suited chest, as if he would be preserved in this sanguine pose forever, but only the heavy callouses visible at the sides of his hands seemed real. It was only the callouses that appeared to be familiar and believable.

Nature must have contrasts; she must have shadows as well as highlights; sorrow with happiness; both wrong and right; and sin as well as virtue.

Another day, another pang that you are afar.

Joy's recollection is no longer joy, While Sorrow's memory is a sorrow still.

Hide thy tears--I do not bid thee not to shed them--'twere easier to stop the Euphrates at its source than one tear of a true and tender heart.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

Ruben Dario has said that the sorrow of the gods lies in not reaching death. As for men, if from the moment they are conscious, they could be sure of reaching death, they could be happy forever, But unfortunately, men are never sure of dying: they feel an obscure desire and a yearning to die but they always doubt that they will die. The sorrow of men, we declare, lies in never being certain of death.