Quotes About Sorrow

More than seven years were gone since this little history of sorrowful interest had reached it's close; and time had softened down much, perhaps nearly all of peculiar attachment to him,- but she had been to dependent on time alone; no aid had been given in change of place, or in novelty or enlargement of society.- No one had ever come within the Kellynch circle, who could bear a comparison with Frederick Wentworth, as he stood in her memory.

and never had she so honestly felt that she could have loved him, as now, when all love must be vain.

In such moments of precious, invaluable misery, she rejoiced in tears of agony...

He looks miserable poor soul!

her feelings could seldom withstand the melancholy influence of the word last.

Every line, every word was -- in the hackneyed metaphor which their dear writer, were she here, would forbid -- a dagger to my heart. To know that Marianne was in town was -- in the same language -- a thunderbolt. -- Thunderbolts and daggers! -- what a reproof would she have given me! -- her taste, her opinions -- I believe they are better known to me than my own, -- and I am sure they are dearer.

never had she so honestly felt that she could have loved him, as now, when all love must be vain.

The tumult of her mind was now painfully great. She knew not how to support herself, and, from actual weakness, sat down and cried for half an hour.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony. Half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever.

Las proporciones corporales y el pesar no deben guardar necesariamente relación. El cuerpo macizo tiene tanto derecho a estar profundamente afligido como el más gracioso conjunto de miembros finos. Pero, justo o no, hay cosas irreconciliables que la razón tratará de justificar en vano

She felt depressed beyond anything she had ever known before.

There is nothing like employment, active indispensable employment, for relieving sorrow.

As these considerations occurred to her in painful succession, she wept for him, more than for herself.

I guess the depth of our grief is a reminder of the depth of our love.

You don't really get over it. It is such a great loss," Jane said. "I guess the depth of our grief is a reminder of the depth of our love.

And then there was him, the long and painful love of her life.

teardrop necklace.

When one embraces a moment of rapture from the past, either by trying to reclaim it or by refusing to let it go, how can its brightness not tarnish, turn grey with longing and sorrow, until the wild spell of the remembered interlude is lost altogether and the memory of sadness claims its rightful place in the mind? And what is it we expect from the sun-drenched past? There is no formula for re-entry, nothing we can do to enable reconstruction.

But as the scissors snip-snapped through her hair and the razor shaved the rest, she realized with a sudden awful panic that she could no longer recall anything from the past. I cannot remember, she whispered to herself. I cannot remember. She's been shorn of memory as brutally as she'd been shorn of her hair, without permission, without reason... Gone, all gone, she thought again wildly, no longer even sure what was gone, what she was mourning.

I must fill myself with sorrow if I am to give you what you want.

It would be difficult to tell, Wulf said. I've always been a romantic. I've seen Casablanca twice, and I sat through the entire ordeal of Titanic. Didn't you enjoy Titanic? I was relieved when the ship went down.

That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet.

She would buy magic every day of the week. Love me, that face said. I'm so lonely, so desperate. I'll give you whatever you want.

My loneliness tasted like pennies.