Quotes About Sorrow

Asomaba a sus ojos una lágrima y a mi labio una frase de perdón; habló el orgullo y se enjugó su llanto y la frase en mis labios expiró. Yo voy por un camino, ella por otro; pero al pensar en nuestro mutuo amor, yo digo aún: '¿Por qué callé aquel día?'. Y ella dirá: '¿Por qué no lloré yo?

One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.

He opened his arms and she moved into the space they made in the world, and laying her head against his chest she permitted herself the almost unimaginable luxury of grief.

There is always grief. It is joy that is the rarest thing

EVENTUALLY, MORNING CAME. Morning always comes. There are always losses in the night, a price paid for light.

What broke her in the end was to see that Dari, moving quietly in the snow, was tracing his flower neatly with a thin branch in the growing dark while tears were pouring down his face without surcease.

Memories, she thought, were tangling things. They brought you ease and they brought you sorrow, and the same images and people could do both.

There was a new hole in the world where sorrow could enter.

In summer darkness, stars in her south-facing window, she makes - or accepts - a decision in her heart. There is fear again with it, and sorrow, but also a kind of easing of disquiet and distress, which is what acceptance is said to bring, is it not?

Tell me, when your wife died...how did you go on living?" He opened his mouth and closed it without answering. She turned away. They went back through the forest to the sea. On the stony strand of the isle, he was still unable to speak. He watched as she unclipped and let fall her purple cloak, and then dropped the brooch that has pinned it and turned and went away along the white stones. The man named Mariscus followed her out of sight. How did you go on living?

This is what happens when the human you love dies. Pieces of you go missing.

The dark hangs heavily Over the eyes.

He looked closely into Vyvyan's round and smiling face and said solemnly, "Sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt.

La mina está llorando mucho.

To be afraid is the condition of loving knowledge. Were I not dying of fear, I'd not know how to exist myself, I wouldn't get the notices of existence, I wouldn't record with delight the miniscule passage of a blue tit, its wing dipped in gold on the dusk. Were I not dying of sorrow I wouldn't with nostalgia be present at the creation of the world, the squirrel nuptials this morning I wouldn't care. Creatures are born to a backdrop of adieux.

and this morning I am without fire, my marrow is ash, I am very sad.

When you went away, you left me nothing but the sun-bleached world. You did not even leave me a heart to bleed with. I found I was standing there with no body, and so no voice for calling you.

I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.

My love for you grows everyday. You know all of my fears. You know how many times I have cried.It all seems perfect. But it's not as good as it seems. Because I can't have you ever. Because this love was only a dream.

My heart no longer feels as if it belongs to me. It now feels as if its been stolen, torn from my chest by someone who wanted no part of it.

To heal my heart and drown my sorrows of yesterday. Was everything I could ever want… And nothing I could ever have.

It's just a small tear. But it is the heaviest thing in the world.

Grief we try to understand it, but it leaves us feeling lost and confused." But love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.

Tears are words you cannot speak and your heart cannot bear.