Quotes About Sorrow

It may be true that he travels farthest who travels alone; but the goal thus reached is not worth reaching. And as for a life deliberately devoted to pleasure as an end—why, the greatest happiness is the happiness that comes as a byproduct of striving to do what must be done, even though sorrow is met in the doing.

Suffering is not enough. Life is both dreadful and wonderful...How can I smile when I am filled with so much sorrow? It is natural--you need to smile to your sorrow because you are more than your sorrow.

When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry

What else does anxiety about the future bring you but sorrow upon sorrow?

I would rather feel contrition than know how to define it.

There is no man wholly free from temptations so long as he liveth, because we have the root of temptation within ourselves, in that we are born in concupiscence. One temptation or sorrow passeth, and another cometh; and always we shall have somewhat to suffer, for we have fallen from perfect happiness. Many who seek to fly from temptations fall yet more deeply into them. By flight alone we cannot overcome, but by endurance and true humility we are made stronger than all our enemies.

Pray to the Lord humbly, then, for this gift of sorrow; say, in the words of the sacred author, Lord, allot me for food, for drink, only the full measure of my tears.

Here is woe, a self and not the mask of woe.

O Liberty, white Goddess! is it well to leave the gates unguarded? On thy breast fold Sorrow's children, soothe the hurts of Fate, lift the down-trodden, but with hand of steel stay those who to thy sacred portals come to waste the gifts of Freedom.

With the tears a Land hath shed Their graves should ever be green.

Sorrow itself is not so hard to bear As the thought of sorrow coming. Airy ghosts, That work no harm, do terrify us more Than men in steel with bloody purposes. Death is not dreadful; 'tis the dread of death— We die whene'er we think of it!

Women were like rivers, their banks were unreachable, the night often rang with the cries of the drowned.

I knew that the tears of adults were wetter, saltier, and much, much sadder than those of a child

There is the kiss of welcome and of parting, the long, lingering, loving, present one; the stolen, or the mutual one; the kiss of love, of joy, and of sorrow; the seal of promise and receipt of fulfillment.

I miss her in my bones. I was her big brother. I was supposed to protect her - I could not... It very nearly destroyed me.

The loss of a child is my greatest nightmare.

They which have no hope of a life to come, may extend their griefs for the loss of this, and equal the days of their mourning with the years of the life of man.

The sands in the hourglass have fallen without mercy throughout my life, but I try to remind myself of the blessed years that we shared—especially now, when I am drowning in riptides of sorrow and loss.

En momentos de pena y sufrimiento, te abrazaré y te reconfortaré, tomaré tu tristeza y la haré mía. Cuando llores, yo también lloraré, y cuando te sientas herida, yo me sentiré igual. Y juntos intentaremos controlar la marea de lágrimas y desesperación para seguir avanzando y sorteando las accidentadas sendas de la vida.

The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when its over-- Adrienne Willis, Nights in Rodanthe

It's a terrible thing to outlive your child, a tragedy I wish upon no one.

For we both know my prognosis and what it will mean to us. I see your tears and I worry more about you than I do about me, because I fear the pain I know you will go through. There are no words to express my sorrow for this, and I am at a loss for words.

but I try to remind myself of the blessed years that we shared—especially now, when I am drowning in riptides of sorrow and loss.

God is not only the God of the sufferers but the God who suffers. ... It is said of God that no one can behold his face and live. I always thought this meant that no one could see his splendor and live. A friend said perhaps it meant that no one could see his sorrow and live. Or perhaps his sorrow is splendor. ... Instead of explaining our suffering God shares it.