Quotes About Sorrow

I learned early in life that to laugh before breakfast was to cry before dinner.

All the tears women shed, they leave no mark on the world.

Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood? Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?

Rain is just God weeping for Earth's troubles.

Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.

Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has lodged in my heart. As long as it stays I am ironic if it is pulled out I shall die.

Marlowe lay on the floor nearby, the black Labrador's brown, soulful eyes locked upon his master's still body.

Nothing can erase the pain of losing someone you love you carry it with you for the rest of your life, however ever long that might be. The best you can hope for is that over time the wounds begin to heal, but no matter how strong we are no matter how hard we fight the scars always stay with us.

Since sorrow never comes too late And happiness too swiftly flies.

To each his suff'rings: all are men,Condemn'd alike to groan,The tender for another's pain,Th' unfeeling for his own.Yet ah! why should they know their fate,Since sorrow never comes too late,And happiness too swiftly flies?Thought would destroy their paradise.No more; where ignorance is bliss,'Tis folly to be wise.

Grim-visag'd comfortless Despair.

Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their Paradise. No more;—where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

When he died, I felt like a dark, devouring force had been stilled at last. I wore his death like wings.

It's not that we grow old, I thought, but that we grow old in decline and discomfort, and these hardships are made worse by the awareness that nothing will improve. No coming days will dawn brighter than the last that dawned, and this sorrow is further deepened by a fear of death…

The most painful death in all the world is the death of a child. When a child dies, when one child dies-not the 11 per 1,000 we talk about statistically, but the one that a mother held briefly in her arms-he leaves an empty place in a parent's heart that will never heal.

That long drip of human tears.

You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!

God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.

Over this odd world, this half the world that's dark now, I have to hunt a thing that lives on tears.

I'm saddest when I sing.

The infidel may well despond, When sorrow's tear he sheds, His bosom knows no hope beyond The dust on which he treads.

Pack clouds away, and welcome day,With night we banish sorrow.

One more unfortunate,Weary of breath,Rashly importunate,Gone to her death!Take her up tenderly,Lift her with care;Fashioned so slenderly,Young, and so fair!

She sang the Song of the Shirt.