Quotes About Sorrow

Tell her, that we are so sorry she has to die.

I think of my parents. The way my father never failed to bring her gifts from the woods. The way my mother's face would light up at the sound of his boots at the door. The way she almost stopped living when he died.

I should have tried to save you," I whisper.

I wish she was dead," he says. "I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.

I avoid looking at anyone as I take tiny spoonfuls of fish soup. The saltiness reminds me of my tears.

Do I really want him dead? What I want . . . what I want is to have him back. But I'll never get him back now. Even

Tell her," said Tigris, "that I am rooting for her." "Tell her," the Grandma'am added, "that we are all so sorry she has to die.

The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to folow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them.

It was Primrose Everdeen.

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim's warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping.

Si tu mors i jo visc, a mi no m'espera cap mena de vida […]. Tu ets tota la meva vida. Mai més no tornaria a ser feliç.

No. I will never get him back. So then dead is best.

Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena. To make myself put a name to the thing I've lost. But what's the use? It's gone. He's gone. Whatever existed between us is gone. All that's left is my promise to kill Snow. I tell myself this ten times a day.

Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and bursts into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.

I should have never let them separate us!" Peeta bursts out. "That's when I lost her.

i killed you, i think as I pass a pile. and you. and you

No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew — just like your mother — I was a goner,

The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!" But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she'll be lost as well. "Prim, let go!" And finally she does.

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim's warmth

In so many senseless deaths, beauty is to blame.

Très, très, triste...

She didn't look up until he was gone. She saw him pas the outside wall of the pavilion and heard his footsteps recede into the stairwell. When he was gone, she bowed her head and let the grief engulf her. Her heart crumpled and shrank, like a ball of paper set on fire.

They had all come here to have their babies in secret and to give up their flesh and blood for adoption. In Alice's mind, the rooms and the hallway echoed with their silent tears; the carpets absorbed their sorrow and the curtains soaked up their despair

Problems can be fixed. But unrequited love is a tragedy.