Quotes About Sorrow

All I want, is to laugh and cry and find the meaning in life.

Missing someone who has passed away is a whole different kind of Heartache. You really never get over it. But you learn to live with it.

Hell is.. Where we leave behind all hope.

I believe in Love, and I know I will find a love that was almost, never meant to be.

Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch me soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone. Sad too. Touch, touch me.

It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.

Some undefined sorrow was hidden in the hearts of the protagonists as they stood in silence beneath the leafless trees and when the moment of farewell had come the kiss, which had been withheld by one, was given by both.

Loud, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low!

He imagined that he stood near Emma in a wide land and, humbly and in tears, bent and kissed the elbow of her sleeve.

Don't eat a beefsteak. If you do the eyes of that cow will pursue you through all eternity.

His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.

And yet and yet! That strained look on her face! A gnawing sorrow is there all the time. Her very soul is in her eyes and she would give worlds to be in the privacy of her own familiar chamber where, giving way to tears, she could have a good cry and relieve her pentup feelings. Though not too much because she knew how to cry nicely before the mirror. You are lovely, Gerty, it said.

Welladay! Welladay! For the winds of May! Love is unhappy when love is away!

Agenbite of Inwit

A dream of favours, a favourable dream. They know how they believe that they believe that they know. Wherefore they wail.

All the seas of the world tumbled about her heart. He was drawing her into them: he would drown her.

But the surest sign that his confession had been good and that he had had sincere sorrow for his sin was, he knew, the amendment of his life. —I have amended my life, have I not? he asked himself.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music." ? James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

No, sir. Jesus wept: and no wonder, by Christ!

There'll be bluebells blowing in salty sepulchres the night she signs her final tear.

bowl of bitter waters.

O, you poor fellow! Out there in the rain all that time! I forgot that.

Dead: an old woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the world.

The sad quiet greyblue glow of the dying day came through the window and the open door, covering over and allaying quietly a sudden instinct of remorse in Stephen's heart. All that had been denied them had been freely given to him, the eldest: but the quiet glow of evening showed him in their faces no sign of rancour.