Quotes About Sorrow

She knew about death, about the grief that ripped you apart and left you broken forever.

When he finally found the words to express himself, his grief had shown itself to be bottomless, terrifying.

I never really knew the weight of sorrow before, how it stretches you out like an old, wet sweater.

Elsa felt tears rise up, overtake her. She cried as she hadn't cried since Rafe left her, cried until there was no moisture left inside of her, until she was as dry as the land they'd left behind.

She couldn't breathe. Her own heart kept skipping beats, unreliable now that her father's had stopped. Please, God, please don't take him. Not yet Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Ä°nsanlar giderdi ve eÄŸer çok derinden, ÅŸiddetle severseniz onlar?n ani ve h?zl? gidiÅŸleri ruhunuzun derinliklerine kadar ürpermenize neden olurdu.

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 is silence or words would release them from sorrow.

she had fallen into the fathomless gray that warped a mind and made a mother keep holding on long after hope was gone.

Vianne knew about the kind of talon grief that wouldn't let go; she had fallen into the fathomless gray that warped a mind and made a mother keep holding on long after hope was gone.

He touched her face with a gentleness that made her want to cry; it felt like a good-bye, that touch, and she knew good-bye.

Lord knows I understand how grief and love can break you.

A broken heart hurts as badly in wartime as in peace. Say good-bye to your young man well.

Vianne sabía que Rachel no le estaba preguntando cómo esconderse en el granero, sino cómo podía seguir viviendo después de una pérdida así, cómo podía coger a un hijo y dejar marchar al otro, cómo podía seguir respirando después de haber susurrado «adiós».

Rachel había estado a su lado mientras enterraban a cada uno de sus hijos. Ahora Vianne tenía que enterrar a la hija de su mejor amiga. La mejor amiga de su hija. ¿Qué clase de Dios misericordioso podía permitir algo así?

Kalbi onunla konuÅŸuyordu, yüksek sesle ve daha önce hiç bilmediÄŸi bir aç?kl?kla... Kalbi ve ruhu kederden, hüzünden ve gözya?? dökmekten yorulmuÅŸtu. Nefes almaktan ama gerçekten yaÅŸamamaktan...

Loss would forever be etched on the child like a tattoo; it might fade over time, but it would never be erased.

She wished she could grab the memories like lifelines and hold on before she went under. But she found them slippery, impossible to grasp.

it's terrible to see her slipping away. It's like standing on the deck of a boat, watching the waves suck someone under, and knowing that there's no life preserver to throw in.

This was it; the Mystery of The Unseen, the Gate of Sorrow, that leads to the Grace of the Redeemer. I pressed my lips together, and my hands gripped the windowsill. I saw the hand of Fatima, and all the visible world sank away from me.

He's no longer listening to music, but his tears are loud enough to dance to.

Without reflection, without sorrow, without shame, they've built around me great, high walls. And I sit here now and despair. I think of nothing else: this fate consumes my mind: because I had so many things to do out there.3

What has been taken from you, it is this that owns you, and you, shell of all joy, must walk through this city as beautiful as the last summer flowers.

Ojalá el sueño fuera realidad y la realidad fuese un sueño!», pienso. Pero es imposible. Por eso, al despertarme, siempre estoy llorando. No es porque esté triste. Es que, cuando regreso a la realidad desde un sueño feliz, me topo con una fisura que me es imposible franquear sin verter lágrimas. Y eso, por más veces que me ocurra, siempre es así.

We've sterilized war, made it easy. Stripped it of the smell of infection and the silence of death. We've bled off the terror and the sorrow. And because of us, the power to wage war now rests in the hands of cowards and hypocrites.