Quotes About Sorrow

He looked like a horse with a secret sorrow. He coughed three times, like a horse who, in addition to a secret sorrow, had contracted asthma.

Mrs Pringle's aspect was that of one who had had bad news round about the year 1900 and never really got over it.

Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. But night comes and starts to sing to me.

Todo te lo tragaste, como la lejania, como el mar, como el tiempo... Ese fue mi destino y en el viajo mi anhelo, y en el mi anhelo, todo en ti fue naufragio! (You swallowed everything, like distance, like the sea, like time. This was my destiny and it was the voyage of my longing, in it my longing fell, in you everything sank.)

Entre los labios y la voz, algo se va muriendo. Algo con alas de pájaro, algo de angustia y de olvido

If you should ask me where I've been all this time I have to say Things happen. I have to dwell on stones darkening the earth, on the river ruined in its own duration: I know nothing save things the birds have lost, the sea I left behind, or my sister crying. Why this abundance of places? Why does day lock with day? Why the dark night swilling round in our mouths? And why the dead?

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.

If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent distant and full of sorrow as though you had died One word then, one smile is enough And I'm happy; happy that it's not true

I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.

Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

I cannot quit your love without dying.

My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.

kapag ako ay umalis kapag ako ay bumalik ipagkait mo na sa akin ang tinapay, ang hangin, ang liwanag at ang tagsibol huwag lamang ang iyong ngiti dahil ito'y aking ikasasawi

I f nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life.

Give me the sorrow of the entire world, I will turn it into hope.

Neither the heart cut by a sliver of glass in a wasteland of thorns, nor the atrocious waters seen in the corners of certain houses, waters like eyelids and eyes, could hold your waist in my hands when my heart lifts its oak trees toward your unbreakable thread of snow.   Night sugar, spirit of crowns, redeemed human blood, your kisses banish me, and a surge of water with remnants of the sea strikes the silences that wait for you surrounding the worn-out chairs, wearing doors away.

Cannot a kiss of spring also kill you? Do you believe that ahead of you grief carries the flag of your destiny?

I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent, distant and full of sorrow as though you had died. One word then, one smile, is enough. And I am happy, happy that it's not true.

Oh, may your silhouette not be broken in the sand, oh may your eyelids not fly in the absence: do not go for one minute, beloved, because in that minute you will have gone so far that I will cross all the earth asking if you will return or if you will leave me dying.