Quotes About Sorrow

He was so pitiful that I couldn't tell him to get lost.

Well, the rain stopped but the pain was still there

He saw with sorrow that hers was a life he could step right into and keep working at hard from tonight until death. If he allowed himself to ponder it for a minute, he saw all the world hanging over the girl like the deadfall to a trap, ready to drop and crush.

he came to the conclusion that there was some mysterious connection between cleverness and unhappiness, and thanking his stars that he was neither scholar, courtier, nor poet

WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES. In our youth, if we survive them, they're called learning experiences or teachable moments or some-such. And that which does not maim or kill us usually makes us stronger, albeit sometimes also sadder and more cynical.

They'll never grow old—never feel fear and cold, hunger or pain, or the sorrows of lost love or the pity of the young. While they have missed much, these men who won't see their sons in their mothers' arms, or the moon over a summer sea, or the beauty of a rose, they have what we all look for in the end—eternal springtime. It is not their grief but ours that haunts us.

Out of what trifles grow the tragedies of life.

When the pride of intellect and caste is broken; when we grovel in the dust of humiliation; when sickness and sorrow come, and the shadow of death falls upon us, and there is no hope elsewhere,—we turn to God, who sometimes swallows the insult, and answers the appeal.

My poor Chick-fil-A Sandwich," she says and hugs me.

I do not know what to say, how to tempt you. If you had a price, I would pay it. If you desired particular words, I would say them. I would be anything you want, Jane. Just come back. Please come back. - Matthew in a letter to Jane.

It's always only ever been you. And it always will be, Beth. You have my heart. My love. And my regret that I am not the man you deserve.

He felt like weeping at the wrenching pleasure he derived from studying the fall of her hair

In death, the aftermath is worse tham=n the crash.

I felt so bad I did not need any further comfort for myself.

That night the Mother of the Spirits walked the length and breadth of the clan, weeping for her murdered son. It was a terrible night. Not even the oldest man in Umuofia had ever heard such a strange and fearful sound, and it was never to be heard again. It seemed as if the very soul of the tribe wept for a great evil that was coming—its own death.

time is the great eraser, both of sorrow and of joy.

EPITAPH She did to live she lived to die she died inside him where she lived so long dying to get out -

But she insists the family hadn't a choice. Not true. We always have choices. Isn't that what Dante teaches us? I really have become quite the Dante scholar: "There is no greater sorrow than to recall our time of joy in wretchedness.

I'm not sure I can think of anything sadder than a homeless person with a homeless dog.

That is where love and lamentation chance upon one another, and that is where we find God.

The pain in my body could not match the pain her cry surfaced in my heart. They cleaned her, weighed her, wrapped her, and whisked her away. And it was then that I realized the much-greater pain is not in giving birth but in releasing your own child.

Famous, adj.: Conspicuously miserable.

More company increases happiness, but does not lighten or diminish misery.

I really miss Diana. I loved her so much.