Quotes About Sorrow

how to be poignant and moving and clever on the face of that, when all I felt was hollow.

Desperately wanting to communicate with someone who no longer exists is essentially a lesson in gravity. No matter how hard you try to overcome it, it will always pull you down.

The person he'd hurt the most though, ultimately, was himself. It was his dreams that had come to nothing. His future that had folded before his eyes, like a house of cards.

This is how editor R. J. K. Law restates it: "The greatest sorrow and burden you can lay on the Father, the greatest unkindness you can do to him, is not to believe that he loves you.

I don't have much time for the 'sad clown' thing. It's only associated with comedians because of the disparity between feeling like that and what we do for a living. I bet there are loads of sad bankers and sad dentists. We just don't notice because they aren't bringing that much joy to the world.

That was how the tears went down Cherry's face...a teaspoon full of ten years' sorrow.

The Irish are the only men who know how to cry for the dirty polluted blood of all the world.

There remained a hole drilled through his heart.

Despair is the emotion we feel at the death of beings within us.

Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

And it is significant that a country as sorrowful as ours should have so many and such joyous fiestas. Their frequency, their brilliance and excitement, the enthusiasm with which we take part, all suggest that without them we would explode.

Unos lloran con lágrimas; otros con pensamientos

this stray little thought released in him some echo of the past, a solitary trembling note whose sound rose higher and higher in his chest, awakening inarticulate longings and, inseparable from them, a piercing, unfamiliar sorrow.

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

De um jeito ou de outro, se ela foi embora, foi porque eu permiti: quando a dor entra em nossa casa, quase sempre é com a nossa própria chave.

To be left with only the trace of a memory is to gaze at an armchair that's still molded to the form of a love who has left never to return: It is to grieve, dear reader, it is to weep.

Kederden ölüyormuÅŸ gibi yaparak yürüdüm karanl??a kederden ölerek.

Åžairi önce asacaks?n, sonra daraÄŸac?n?n alt?nda aÄŸlayacaks?n.

Heroic dreams are the consolation of the unhappy.

Mergulhamos na dor e o susto nos devolve à vida. Porque nada pode ser tão espantoso quanto a vida. Exceto a literatura. Sim, claro, exceto a literatura, que é o único consolo.

He loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.

Grief, she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner's loss.

O my son Absalom,' Bean said softly, knowing for the first time the kind of anguish that could tear such words from a man's mouth. 'my son, my son Absalom. Would God I could die for thee, O Absalom, my son. My sons!

Those eyes had seen people weep, and had cared, and had hurt them again anyway. It's a look that no human eyes should ever have.