Quotes About Sorrow

She thought of Akiva, the night he had come to her at the river, the crushing pain and shame in his face, and love, still love - sorrow and love and hope - and she remembered the night of the Warlord's ball, how Akiva had always been the right to Thiago's wrong, the heat to the Wolf's chill, the safety to this monster's menace.

It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell.

He wanted to tell her that everything he had done he had done because he was broken, because watching her die had destroyed him, but there was no way to say it that didn't sound like he was trying to pin the blame outside himself

Érase una vez un ángel y un demonio que se enamoraron. Pero su historia no tuvo un final feliz

So much to rue, but to what end? All unlived lives cancel one another out.

Head held high, she stepped toward the block and sank to her knees, and it was then that Akiva started to scream. His voice soared over the pandemonium - a scream to scour the souls of all gathered, a sound to drive ghosts from their nests.

He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.

She understood now why pain was the tithe for magic: It was more powerful than joy. Than anything. Than hope?

Live bitter, so the crows will have no taste for you when you're dead.

In the darkness behind their shut lids they all saw the same thing: no color at all, only loss like a hole torn in the world.

I'm not a dream," said Sarai. There was bitterness in her voice. "I'm a nightmare.

En las leyendas, las quimeras nacían de las lágrimas y los serafines de la sangre, pero en este momento todos ellos son hijos de la tristeza.

The Muse of Nightmares was dead.

I legenderna föddes kimärer ur tårar och serafer ur blod, men i denna stund är de alla sorgens barn (s. 301).

Without his books, his room felt like a body with its heart cut out. Now his body felt like a body with its hearts cut out.

Ibland är frånvaron nästan fysiskt närvarande [...]. Frånvaro likt nedtrampat, vissnat gräs där något har funnits men inte finns kvar. Frånvaro där en tråd blivit bortsliten ur en bonad och lämnat efter sig ett hål som aldrig kan lagas (s. 475).

The happiness was there, ordinary equipment, stowed right alongside the worry and sorrow and resolve, and it didn't solve anything, but it lightened it. "Ready?

Realmente piensas que es más sencillo conseguir alegría que dolor?- preguntó Karou -.¿Cuál de los dos sentimientos has experimentado más veces?

Pensé que estabas muerta. Y... quise... morir yo también.

Si alguien se enamoraba alguna vez de él, pensó con amargura, tal vez fuera agradable poder tocarla sin derramar sangre

Things that matter come in sets of twos. Two eyes, two ears. Two kisses on the cheeks, one on each. Two lungs. Two arms. Two legs. I would not be completely blind if I lost one eye... But because we have one heart, there is no second one that can serve as a reserve when the first is stricken by sorrow.

I am grieved at your sorrow, although it will hereafter be a source of joy unto you. The purest water runs from the hardest rock.

Island Wave of sorrow, Do not drown me now: I see the island Still ahead somehow. I see the island And its sands are fair: Wave of sorrow, Take me there.

You haven't broken his heart yet, have you?" "No," Tessa said. Just torn my own in two. "I haven't broken his heart at all.