Quotes About Sorrow

There he lost his love and half his crew, if the tales be true…

Surely the Mother Above loved my children more. She took so many of them away from me.

Do you think I do not know that? Oberyn is with me every time I close my eyes." Doran Martell

Sobbing, Sam took another step. This is the last one, the very last, I can't go on, I can't. But his feet moved again. One and then the other. They took a step, and then another, and he thought, They're not my feet, they're someone else's, someone else is walking, it can't be me.

Sansa cried herself to sleep, Arya brooded silently all day long, and Eddard Stark dreamed of a frozen hell reserved for the Starks of Winterfell.

I am a creature of grief and dust and utter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

Catelyn dreamt that Bran was whole again, that Arya and Sansa held hands, that Rickon was still a babe at her breast. Robb, crownless, played with a wooden sword, and when all were safe asleep, she found Ned in her bed, smiling

it felt as if they had all died while he had slept...or perhaps (He) died, and they had forgotten him.

Life is not a song, sweetling. You may learn that one day to your sorrow.

I never wanted to see half the things I've seen, and I've never seen half the things I wanted to.

Tyrion turned to Sansa. "My lady, I am sorry for your losses. Truly, the gods are cruel." Sansa could not think of a word to say to him. How could he be sorry for her losses? Was he mocking her? It wasn't the gods who'd been cruel, it was Joffrey.

It should have been you," she told him. Then she turned back to Bran and began to weep,

He rode through the streets of the city, down from his hill on high, O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles, he rode to a woman's sigh. For she was his secret treasure, she was his shame and his bliss. And a chain and a keep are nothing, compared to a woman's kiss.

She could feel the hole inside her where her heart had been.

Catelyn had not eaten today. Perhaps that had been unwise. She told herself that there had been no time, but the truth was that food had lost its savor in a world without Ned. 'When they took his head off, they killed me too.

The rain feels so good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay awhile longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since I last wept.

It took all her strength not to weep. She had been weeping too much of late. It was unseemly, she knew, but she could not seem to help herself; the tears would come, sometimes over a trifle, and nothing she did could hold them back.

His wits have gone dark as his eyes

He was born in grief, my queen, and that shadow hung over him all his days.

Some nights she drowsed, but never for more than an hour. One day, Melisandre prayed, she would not sleep at all. One day she would be free of dreams.

In Sansa's dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya.

Rubini schizzano via come gocce di sangue dal petto di un principe morente che si accascia nell'acqua, mormorando il nome di una donna.

Whoever has loved knows all that life contains of sorrow and joy.

I tend to foster drama via bleakness. If I want the reader to feel sympathy for a character, I cleave the character in half, on his birthday. And then it starts raining. And he's made of sugar.