Quotes About Sorrow

Why are the photographs of him as a little boy so incredibly hard to look at? Something is over. Now instead of those shiny moments being things we can share together in delighted memories, I, the survivor, have to bear them alone. So it is with all the memories of him. They all lead into blackness. All I can do is remember him, I cannot experience him. Nothing new can happen between us.

I shall look at the world through tears. Perhaps I shall see things that dry-eyed I could not see.

A friend said, "Remember, he's in good hands." I was deeply moved. But that reality does not put Eric back in my hands now. That's my grief. For that grief, what consolation can there be other than having him back?

THE TEARS ... streamed down, and I let them flow as freely as they would, making of them a pillow for my heart. On them it rested. -AUGUSTINE, Confessions IX, i z

IT'S so WRONG, so profoundly wrong, for a child to die before its parents. It's hard enough to bury our parents. But that we expect. Our parents belong to our past, our children belong to our future. We do not visualize our future without them. How can I bury my son, my future, one of the next in line? He was meant to bury me!

The tears of God are the meaning of history.

You know the way Jesus rips open his shirt to show us his heart, all flaming and thorny, the way he points to it. I'm afraid the way I'll miss you will be this obvious.

If you haven't heard him...man, it's like he boiled down down all the melancholy in the world, all the bruises and all the fucked-up dreams you've let go, and poured the essence into a little tiny bottle and corked it up.

I burst into tears and I cry and cry until it feels as though it is not salt and water being squeezed from my eyes, but blood.

What does it feel like, having a missing sister? I can tell you. You know how if you lose something valuable, a wallet or a piece of jewelry, you can't concentrate on anything else? Well, it feels like that all the time, every day

Jen leggeva. Amava i libri... io, no: a me facevano paura. Mi facevan paura quando c'era lei, e me ne fanno di più adesso. Che cosa avevano dentro? Che cosa le hanno detto quando era infelice e ascoltava solo loro, e nessun altro - né le sue amiche né sua sorella, nessuno?

he's worried about how his life is turning out, and he's lonely, and lonely people are the bitterest of them all.

After Arthur sent me away for my own good, it' like my life switched from color to black and white--like the ending of The Wizard of Oz.

Of his first wife, Ekatarina, who had died of tuberculosis in 1907, a year after their marriage, Stalin had reportedly said: "With her died my last warm feelings for humanity."3)

My principle anguish and the source of all my joys and sorrows from my youth onward has been the incessant, merciless battle between the spirit and the flesh.

Man's heart is a ditch full of blood. The loved ones who have died throw themselves down on the bank of this ditch to drink the blood and so come to life again; the dearer they are to you, the more of your blood they drink." - The Narrator.

What are you looking at, grandfather? he asked with curiosity. The old man raised his head and smiled sadly. At my life flowing and disappearing, son, flowing and disappearing. Don't worry, grandfather, it knows where it is going–toward the sea, everyone's life flows toward the sea. The old man sighed. Yes, my son, that is why the sea is salty—from the many tears. He turned back to the flowing stream and did not speak again.

I am always filled with melancholy. It's as if I see everything black. Everything wounds me deeply.

My principle anguish and source of all my joys and sorrows from my youth onward has been the incessant, merciless battle between the spirit and the flesh...and my soul is the arena where these two armies have clashed and met.

Cause your mama's name was lonely, and your daddy's name was pain. And they called you little sorrow, cus you'll never love again. You ain't got no one to hold you. You ain't got no one to care. if you'd only understand it. nobody wants you anywhere.

He felt the same way about pulling teeth as he did about amputating limbs, hating to take away something he was never going to be able to put back.

Pensar que Mirdin y Karim estaban bajo tierra era como tragar una infusión de cólera, pesar y tristeza

We are born into a realm of constant change. Everything is decaying. We are continually losing all that we come in contact with. Our tendency to get attached to impermanent experiences causes sorrow, lamentation and grief, because eventually we are separated from everything and everyone we love. Our lack of acceptance and understanding of this fact makes life unsatisfactory.

Now I know I've got a heart because it is breaking. - Tin Man