Quotes About Sorrow

He sought not to efface sorrow by forgetfulness, but to magnify and dignify it by hope. He said:— Have a care of the manner in which you turn towards the dead. Think not of that which perishes. Gaze steadily. You will perceive the living light of your well-beloved dead in the depths of heaven.

Great grief contains dejection. They discourage existence.

ViaÈ›a este pierderea neîntrerupt? a tot ce iubim.

La vie n'est qu'une longue perte de tout ce qu'on aime.

Neither was to blame for the way they felt, because Marius was someone who embraces sorry and dwells in it, but Cosette felt it deeply but recovered.

It is the property of grief to cause the childish side of man to reappear.

A vida não passa de uma longa perda de tudo o que amamos.

Il dort. Quoique le sort fut pour lui bien étrange, Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange. La chose simplement d'elle-même arriva, Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va.

Let your rain be your wife's tears. And let it never rain in your household.

Basta con una sonrisa divisada a lo lejos bajo un sombreo de crespón blanco con velillo trasero lila para que el alma entre en el país de los sueños.

Si vous voulez que je m'en aille, Pourquoi passez-vous par ici ? Lorsque je vous vois, je tressaille : C'est ma joie et c'est mon souci. Si vous voulez que je m'en aille, Pourquoi passez-vous par ici ?

Nesre?a je za ?oveka što ostavlja iza sebe no? kojoj je on dao oblik.

Qué triste está el alma cuando está triste por el amor! ¡Qué vacío tan inmenso es la ausencia del ser que llena el mundo! ¡Oh! ¡Cuán verdadero es que el ser amado se convierte en Dios!

Vianne knew Rachel wasn't asking how to hide in the barn; she was asking how to live after a loss like this, how to pick up one child and let the other go, how to keep breathing after you whisper "good-bye." "I can't leave her.

Grief is a sneaky thing, always coming and going like some guest you didn't invite and can't turn away. She wants this grief, although she'd never admit it. lately, it's the only thing that feels real.

Grief had become her silent sidekick. She felt its shadow beside her all the time.

They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.

She saw how death impacted people, saw the glazed look in their eyes, the way they shook their heads, the way their sentences broke in half as if they couldn't decide if silence or words would release them from sorrow.

She thought she had grieved for Matthew, cried all the tears she had, but now she saw the desert of grief that lay before her. It could go on and on. The human body was eighty percent water; that meant she was literally made of tears.

She had tried to be loved by him; more important, she had tried to keep loving him, but in the end, one was as impossible as the other.

She knew sorrow would hit her later, hit her hard, the sudden, aching realization that her father was Gone, that she'd never pick up the phone and hear his voice again, or go to her mailbox and get a letter written in his bold, sweeping hand.

Možda je tako trebalo biti,možda se tako život razvijao ako živiš dovoljno dugo.Radost i tuga sastavni su dio paketa;trik je u tome da osjetiš sve,ali da se malo ?vrš?e držiš radosti jer nikad ne znaš kad bi se snažno srce moglo ugasiti.

They might not even have tomorrow. She hated that her first time would be bathed in sorrow, steeped in a sense of having already lost what they'd just found, but that was the world now. One

Her tears were slow in forming; it was as if each one were made of blood and too thick to pass through her tear ducts. Memories came at her like a kaleidoscope: