Quotes About Sorrow

What made something precious? Losing it and finding it. All those times he'd pretended to lose her. He sinks down on the carpet, dizzy with loss.

Today it strikes Bird as unbearably sad, to pass by and leave no trace of your existence. To

But she did not know how to explain what had happened, how everything had changed in just one day, how someone she loved so dearly could be there one minute, and the next minute: gone.

But those words had haunted James. How they must have wound around his heart, binding tighter over the years, slicing into the flesh.

warming them again with your heat. You touch the curves and hollows of every detail you have, memorizing them, reciting them once more though you already know them in your bones. Who ever thinks, recalling the face of the one they loved who is gone: yes, I looked at you enough, I loved you enough, we had enough time, any of this was enough?

If she cries . . . it won't be tears. It will be little drops of blood.

Kuruyan bir deniz gibiyim bazan. Y?ld?zlar? sönmü? bir gök gibiyim. ?ncilerimi sokakta da??tt?m. Kendimi öylesine verdim ki sana, kelimeler beni terkettiler.

And then we cowards who loved the whispering evening, the houses, the paths by the river, the dirty red lights of those places, the sweet soundless sorrow— we reached our hands out toward the living chain in silence, but our heart startled us with blood, and no more sweetness then, no more losing ourselves on the path by the river— no longer slaves, we knew we were alone and alive. (Translated By Geoffrey Brock)

He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy.

In the mornings I awoke with salty crust of tears around my eyes--my grief struggling to surface when I was in my weakest, lost in sleep. But by day I would not allow myself to feel. My misery was muted; it had to be. If I faced it in earnest, I would truly drown.

Everything, alas, is an abyss, -- actions, desires, dreams, words!

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

His was the kind of beauty for which you would pay the price of a lifetime of sorrow and all the varieties of rage. Eventually, you would have to go to church to get rid of him.

Fallen from his lofty and heroic station; now finally restored to the perception of truth; weighed to earth by the recollection of his own deeds; consoled no longer by a consciousness of rectitude, for the loss of offspring and wife a loss for which he was indebted to his own misguided hand; Wieland was transformed at once into the man of sorrow?

Patience is sorrow's salve.

There are those for whom life is a simple thing, an easy thing, an everyday thing; you write your letters, you "make love",you do "your business" and then you start again tomorrow with the same rules as yesterday, which is to avoid great savage joys as well as great sorrows

Joseph lost his son and Christ. (Joseph a perdu - Son fils et Jésus.)

Rain on your body burned my heart. (Pluie sur ton corps - Brûla mon coeur.)

The blind also cry.

"It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. "It was the salmon."

I am a lone lorn creetur… and everythink goes contrairy with me.

There is prodigious strength in sorrow and despair.

I stole her heart away and put ice in its place.

Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.