Quotes About Sorrow

Sobs, heavy, hoarse and loud, shook the chairs, and great tears fell through his fingers on the floor - just such tears, sir, as you dropped into the coffin where lay your first-born son; such tears, woman, as you shed when you heard the cries of your dying babe; for, sir, he was a man, and you are but another man; and, woman, though dressed in silk and jewels, you are but a woman, and, in life's great straits and mighty griefs, ye feel but one sorrow!

Deem not the just by Heaven forgot! Though life its common gifts deny,— Though, with a crushed and bleeding heart, And spurned of man, he goes to die! For God hath marked each sorrowing day, And numbered every bitter tear, And heaven's long years of bliss shall pay For all his children suffer here.

Patience! patience! ye whose hearts swell indignant at wrongs like these. Not one throb of anguish, not one tear of the oppressed, is forgotten by the Man of Sorrows, the Lord of Glory. In his patient, generous bosom he bears the anguish of a world. Bear thou, like him, in patience, and labor in love; for sure as he is God, "the year of his redeemed shall come.

And, woman, though dressed in silk and jewels, you are but a woman, and, in life's great straits and mighty griefs, ye feel but one sorrow!

Patience! patience! ye whose hearts swell indignant at wrongs like these. Not one throb of anguish, not one tear of the oppressed, is forgotten by the Man of Sorrows, the Lord of Glory. In his patient, generous bosom he bears the anguish of a world. Bear thou, like him, in patience, and labor in love; for sure as he is God, "the year of his redeemed shall come.

Any mind that is capable of a real sorrow is capable of good.

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When they told me yesterday what had happened [the death of F. D. Roosevelt], I felt like the moon, the stars and all the planets had fallen on me.

The phonographs of hades in the brainAre tunnels that re-wind themselves, and loveA burnt match skating in a urinal—

But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.

In the past, humans hesitated when they took lives, even non-human lives. But society had changed, and they no longer felt that way. As humans grew stronger, I think that we became quite arrogant, losing the sorrow of 'we have no other choice.' I think that in the essence of human civilization, we have the desire to become rich without limit, by taking the lives of other creatures.

Heil meiner Verbannung aus dem Garten Eden! Wäre ich nicht gefallen, so hätte ich keine Gelegenheit gehabt, die Lebenstiefen zu ergründen.

He knew with absolutely certainty why his chest felt so heavy and his stomach ached. Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they're sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach.

When the High King was killed - first poisoned, several times, then shot with pistols, then his head cut off, then burned in the great palace fire ... no one really liked to talk about it ...

Once again, Azalea stood in the midst of girls, the familiar chin wobbles and wet cheeks overcoming them. Jessamine curled up on the floor, her lacy pantelettes poking up in black ruffles, and began to wail in a tiny crystalline voice. "I have a watch." Azalea started, remembering Lord Bradford.

Oh, Daniel!" she whispered softly. "I am so sorry!" He pressed his finger to her lips. "Hush. I am not, Callie." His finger rimmed her lips. "I've a son to raise, a daughter to see. Oh, Callie!

The way that I miss you is like heavy rain drenching every inch of my body, and when I am dry again and forget you I miss missing you, until tears fill my eyes and I blink too fast to remember you until your face flashes before my eyes.

Nothing is solved. We go on and the scar tissue gets a little more pliable. It will never not be sad. It will never not hurt. It will go on being at the heart of my mother, my father, my brother, my sister and me. We are five of the millions and millions of people who walk this world carrying our grief in a knotted scarf and hoping it will not come undone.

They say it is what you never imagine can be lost that is hardest to live without.

I'm so sorry because it's still not easy. You have a long, hard, terrible road ahead. There are lots of ways to travel it, but they all suck and they all involve letting go.

Death has an energy. It is thick as sludge, heavy as iron, and pulls you down into yourself like an imploding building.

In more than one ambuscade, man, that sublime ape, has already pierced my breast with his porphyry lance: a soldier does not exhibit his wounds however glorious they may be. This terrible combat will bring down much sorrow upon the heads of the two parties: two friends striving obstinately to destroy one another: what a drama!

No matter the gender or location, the students brought her joy and frustration, laughter and sometimes sorrow, but they gave her a worthy reason to get out of bed every morning.

Yes the world is the best place of all for a lot of such things as making the fun scene and making the love scene and making the sad scene