Quotes About Sorrow

They have been eating muffins. That looks like repentance.

One of the greatest tragedies of my life is the death of Lucien de Rubempré… It haunts me in my moments of pleasure. I remember it when I laugh.

My heart stole back across wide wastes of years To One who wandered by a lonely sea, And sought in vain for any place of rest: 'Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest. I, only I, must wander wearily, And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.' Poem:

To live in happiness, you must know some unhappiness in life.

Stop, Basil! I won't hear it! cried Dorian, leaping to his feet. You must not tell me about things. What is done is done. What is past is past. You call yesterday the past? What has the actual lapse of time got to do with it? It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.

Shall Joy wear what Grief has fashioned?

Alas, I'm dying beyond my means

For his mourners will be outcast men, And outcasts always mourn.

The joy of a caged bird was in her voice.

there is about sorrow an intense, an extraordinary reality. I have said of myself that I was one who stood in symbolic relations to the art and culture of my age. There is not a single wretched man in this wretched place along with me who does not stand in symbolic relation to the very secret of life. For the secret of life is suffering. It is what is hidden behind everything.

Like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart.

Out of my nature has come wild despair; an abandonment to grief that was piteous even to look at; terrible and impotent rage; bitterness and scorn; anguish that wept aloud; misery that could find no voice; sorrow that was dumb. I have passed through every possible mood of suffering. Better than Wordsworth himself I know what Wordsworth meant when he said—'Suffering is permanent, obscure, and dark And has the nature of infinity.

Daughter of Sodom, come not near me! But cover thy face with a veil, and scatter ashes upon thine head, and get thee to the desert and seek out the Son of Man.

Some one has killed herself for love of you. I wish that I had ever had such an experience.

I carry Sorrow, a grey bird, sluggish, in my chest.

For us, all that's left is kisses tattered as the little bees that die when they leave the hive.

There is a certain pleasure in weeping

He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.

To feed her love on melancholy sorrow

I would mind it less, said Mrs. Westfall, if you looked a bit sorry or ashamed. The Virginian shook his head at her penitently. I'm tryin' to, he said

Out of everything I've lost, I miss my mind the most!

Sylvia's dark eyes widened. You are more than you appear to be Yes. I am a monster of Darkness, a beast, he agreed with her. Her lips tilted up. Can a beast weep in sorrow? Does darkness have the capacity to feel loneliness? I think not.

My soul had a hole in it, in the place where you had been. I still feel like there's a part of me missing. A big part of me. It hurts all the time. Every day.

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.