Quotes About Sorrow

Rocking back and forth, she clutched the sword like it was the only thing she had ever loved, and let the blood spill down instead of tears.

Part of Clary wanted to lean sideways and put her head on her mother's shoulder. She could even close her eyes, pretend everything was all right. The other part of her knew that it wouldn't make a difference; she couldn't keep her eyes closed forever.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy.

You can't pay for tragedy with more tragedy, or draw life from death." "I

Oh, God," Magnus said. "They're dead. They're all dead.

But the soul, the spirit that made her Livvy was no longer there: It was something that had gone away to a far and untouchable place, even as Julian ran his hands over her hair again and again and begged her to wake up and look at him just one more time. High above the Council Hall, the golden clock began to chime the hour.

Please, ground, just open up and let me fall into an endless crevasse till I hit the center of the earth and combust. Please. Is that too much to ask?

At that moment I remembered something Cal had told me: that there is beauty in darkness in everything. Sorrow in joy, life and death, thorns on the rose. I knew then that I could not escape pain and torment any more than I could give up joy and beauty

There's beauty and darkness in everything: Sorrow in joy, life in death, throns on the roses. You can't escape pain and torment anymore then you can give up joy and beauty...

One of the most painful aspects of the war was that the bereaved were left without a body to bury. Almost half the British dead were posted Missing, leaving their families with the agonized hope that they might one day return – alternating with the bitter knowledge that their remains were lost in the mud of France.

You would prefer that she live for always away from you?" Hunter's gut contracted. In that instant he realized how much he wanted the woman beside him. "I would prefer that my eyes never again fall upon her than to see her die.

He looks troubled, then slowly nods. "I suppose I have. Grief and loss, they help you focus on what's really important. They make you more aware of all the anguish and the sorrow in the world, make you face up to it, because otherwise they lurk inside you your whole life." "So you suffered as you pursued your goal. But all of us suffer. Sorrow and anguish are knit into the fabric of life itself. No one has the market on it.

Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams.

I hate her." Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. "Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That's a different sorrow.

Down the endless halls of quilt My silver thread of tears is split. My fingerbone the key that broke My blood the oil that smooth the lock.

How could you betray me, Incarceron? How could you let me fall? I thought I was your son. It seems I am your fool. —Songs of Sapphique

Mais les larmes sont celles d'une joie désespérée. Tout a été largué, mais ce tout n'a été que ça : le corps que j'ai livré n'était qu'un souffle d'air et celui que j'ai embrassé se trouve déjà à des années-lumière. Comment, dans un tel dénuement, ne pas exprimer sa détresse ?

I'm not there," she says. "I'm not there to scramble his egg or kiss his forehead. My baby. I'm not going to be there. The whole rest of his life he's going to be sick without me. How can that be?

Nothing hurts like romance.

Ben prioritizes my sorrow over his own.

On Papua, actually, after you were gone. At least, that's the first that I know for sure I killed. That I saw. I watched his eyes while he was dying. Then I almost turned the gun on myself.

It had been fun, yes, and had provided a fleeting sense of happiness. Like a miniature vacation from the sorrow.

That gold star in the window. The symbol for a lost son. It broke you down.

You will always go into that tent. You will see her scar and wonder where she got it. You will always be amazed at how one woman can have so much black hair. You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear. You have already done all of this and will do it again.