Quotes About Sorrow

The slightest sorrow for sin is sufficient if it produce amendment, and the greatest insufficient if it do not.

I hope no one who reads this book has been quite as miserable as Susan and Lucy were that night; but if you have been - if you've been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing is ever going to happen again.

No one ever told me grief felt so much like fear.

A soul loves most what is lost...

He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

Sullivan sat with his head down and his arms hanging between his legs, as if he'd received a slip of paper in a game of charades that said Dejected.

Now that they got you little girls they won't have no use for me," she said, and a single tear snaked down her cheek.

a weeping, unhealable wound

In my experience, those for whom war is lucrative are rarely satisfied. For them, war is opportunity, not hardship or sorrow. After all, it is rarely their sons who lie in unmarked graves on foreign soil.

I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,On a day I already remember.I shall die in Paris—it does not bother me—Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.

De vez em quando eu vou ficar esperando você numa tarde cinzenta de inverno, bem no meio duma praça, então os meus braços não vão ser suficientes para abraçar você e a minha voz vai querer dizer tanta, mas tanta coisa que eu vou ficar calada um tempo enorme. só olhando você, sem dizer nada só olhando e pensando: "meu Deus, mas como você me dói de vez em quando…

E se o telefone tocar diga que eu morri, que estou mortinho da silva, estirado no chão da sala com o coração na mão. Diga que retirei meu coração com a mão – ele estava doendo demais.

Woe is all I possess. Wagner, Die Walküre

Not all love is joyful, particularly if it seems hopeless.

The kind of cold that comes when the heart gives up on itself and abandons hope, a cold no fire on on earth could ever warm.

Grief and sorrow are one and the same. But until you feel regret for what is now forever out of reach, you do not truly mourn.

But I am not the true thief, father. You have robbed yourself. You have no peace because you cling to sorrow and anger. You have no peace because you do not mourn.

El amargor que me sube a la garganta es talmente como si el corazón me fabricara acíbar en vez de sangre; me sube y me baja por el pecho, dejándome un regusto ácido en el paladar; mojándome la lengua con su aroma, secándome los dentros con su aire pesaroso y maligno como el aire de un nicho.

El que no se consuela es porque prefiere el deleitoso y vicioso acíbar del desconsuelo.

Flota en el aire como un pesar que se va clavando en los corazones. Los corazones no duelen y pueden sufrir, hora tras hora, hasta toda una vida, sin que nadie sepamos nunca, demasiado a ciencia cierta, qué es lo que pasa.

I had read essays describing the horrors of genocide committed during the Chinese Cultural Revolution. I had lectured on Jewish literature detailing the atrocities carried out by Hitler. I had read the words in my head but never comprehended their depth in my heart—until I lived them. Only later would I realize that there are no words harsh enough, no paragraphs wide enough, no books deep enough to convey the weight of true human sorrow.

Time does not soften my grief, nor can I ever be reconciled to my loss until the grave closes over the remembrance and I am again with him. —Mary Lincoln

She cried for the love that could never be, for the kisses she could never again enjoy, for the arms that could never again hold." A Proper Companion.

I stubbed my toe going to the gallows