Quotes About Sorrow

It all ends in tears anyway.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the self-same well from which your laughter rises was often-times filled with your tears.

Death undoes us less, sometimes, than the hope that it will never come.

Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow.

Shared joy is double joy. Shared sorrow is half sorrow.

Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

she had watched the wrong fields.... The weight of all her unhappy years seemed for a moment to weigh her bosom down to the earth; she trembled, understanding for the first time how miserable she had been; and in another moment she was released. It was all gone, it could never be again, and never had been. Tears of thankfulness ran down her face. With every breath she drew, the scent of the cowslips flowed in and absolved her.

In London her grief was retracted into sudden realisations of her loss. She had thought that sorrow would be her companion for many years and had planned for its entertainment. Now it visited her like sudden snow-storms, a hastening darkness across the sky, a transient whiteness and rigour cast upon her. She tried to recover the sentiment of renunciation which she had worn like a veil. It was gone, and gone with it was her sense of the dignity of bereavement.

You've said that even if God existed you could not know the mind of God, for that would be a sacrilege from any religious perspective. Divinity is divinity only to the extent that it exceeds the bounds of human understanding, you said. That was one of the statements that made me think of accosting you here. Well, perhaps, happiness is like that too: we cannot really understand the happiness of other people. Or their sorrow.

A godly sorrow involves joining with the Savior in the sorrow of Gethsemane. It is a sorrow that fosters a new heart and a new spirit.

Has everyone gone mad?" "Everyone was mad already, my lady," Cadrach said with a strange, sorrowful smile. "It is merely that the times have brought it out in them.

Good evening" Said Mutsuko. Her voice that of a young girl. "Good evening" I responded. She was beautiful. Tears welled up in my eyes, unable to even ask her to come in, and with my eyes still on her, I began to sob. Mutsuko watched me in silence.

The sages say happiness and sorrow are one. Is this because in finding the first, we also find the second?

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

The thing is, I am so lonely I can hardly breathe.

Codeine . . . bourbon.

Dennis killed me!

Interesting fact from the front lines: raw grief smells like ripped leaves and splintered branches, a jagged green shriek.

As I closed the door I caught a last glimpse of her through the round window, still sitting straight-backed and motionless with her hands folded in her lap: a queen in a fairy tale, left alone in her tower to mourn her lost, witch-stolen princess.

The lines of her face, turned up to the sky, would have broken your heart.

Few deaths can match the refined agony of being the one left behind

Ich habe ihn geliebt, weißt du", sagte sie. "Ich hätte ihn so sehr geliebt, wie er mich gelassen hätte, bis ans Ende meines Lebens.

a queen in a fairy tale, left alone in her tower to mourn her lost, witch-stolen princess.

That was my baby brother. It doesn't matter how he went out that window, I should have caught him.