Quotes About Sorrow

Tu,care-mi legeni somnul cu mângâieri uÅŸoare S? nu ÅŸtii niciodat? cumplitu-mi nenoroc Nici taina scris?-n mine cu litere de foc! De patim? mi-e sil? ÅŸi orice gând m? doare…

doÄŸa, ac?mak bilmez büyücü, her zaman üstün ç?kan kar??t, b?rak beni! isteklerimi ve gururumu baÅŸtan ç?karmay? b?rak art?k! bir düellodur güzeli incelemek, sanatç?y? yere sermeden önce dehÅŸetten hayk?rtan bir düello.

Quiénes son los infortunados a quien la tarde no calma, y toman, como los búhos, la llegada de la noche por señal de aquelarre?

Hay mujeres que inspiran deseos de vencerlas o de gozarlas; pero ésta infunde el deseo de morir lentamente ante sus ojos.

Nos peches sont tetus, nos repentirs sont laches; Nous nous faisons payer grassement nos aveux (33-34)

Dans tes jupons remplis de ton parfum Ensevelir ma tête endolorie, Et respirer, comme une fleur flétrie, Le doux relent de mon amour défunt.

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?

I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.

I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.

and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.

YOU HAVE WOUNDED MY HEART FOREVER!

all theories like cliches shot to hell, all these small faces looking up beautiful and believing; I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but believe is a graveyard. we have narrowed it down to the butcherknife and the mockingbird wish us luck.

the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone.

it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.

It's just that the grape has me down.

Nëse një ditë më dëgjoni të flasë për dashuri, e yje... ju lutem, më vrisni!

There was so much sadness in everything, even when things worked. Then

The old gal was only another lonely creature in a world that didn't care

my blood is soiled and a dark angel sits in my brain

I got the blues. I got the blues. that dog loved and trusted me and I let it walk away.

To think, somebody had suicided for that.

Ä°nsanlar?n yan?nda mutlu deÄŸilim, yeterince içersem kayboluyorlar.

you're not mine and it makes me feel so bad, this thing of being me…