Quotes About Sorrow

Missing feels like a sad spot in my heart...Missing means I love her.

But there was more, as there always is when the love goes. She was haunted, naturally. Otherwise what is the point, why leave your rickety house, and why this yo-yo world giving us things and yanking them back?

Take them back, Ed. Here they are. Take back the smile and the night, take it all back, I wish I could.

I put Algernon's body in a cheese box and buried him in the backyard. I cried.

There is no greater grief than that of a man with a broken heart who only just learned he had a heart at all.

Let her tell stories and dance in the rain, somersault, tumble and run, her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep, let her grow like a weed in the sun.

"King David was shaken. He went up to the room over the gateway and wept. As he went, he said: 'O my son Absalom! If only I had died instead of you – O Absalom: my son, my son!'"

"You have taken from me my closest friends and have made me repulsive to them. I am confined and cannot escape; my eyes are dim with grief."

I am left alone in the wide world. My own dear family I have buried: one in Rangoon, and two in Amherst. What remains for me but to hold myself in readiness to follow the dear departed to that blessed world, 'Where my best friends, my kindred dwell, where God, my Saviour, reigns.'

One happiness scatters a thousand sorrows.

Drunken life, dreamy death.

Missing someone and not being able to see them is the worst feeling ever.

…if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows, and if you must lie, then lie with me all the nights of my life. And if you must cheat, then please cheat death because I couldn't live a day without you."

I remember burying a girl fourteen years of age who had died with a ruptured appendix... I buried a good many people that I knew, some of whom I loved.

There is this difference between the grief of youth and that of old age; youth's burden is lightened by as much of it as another shares; old age may give and give, but the sorrow remains the same.

Impatience dries the blood sooner than age or sorrow.

Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one's cow has exploded.

One can endure sorrow alone, but it takes two to be glad.

Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.

All anger feels like righteous anger; sorrow does not care whether it is righteous or not.

She mourns for the future, as the past has taught her. And yet there is a rejoicing in her, persistent and unbidden as the beating of her heart.

But grief and griever alike endure.

It took me a long time to see what was happening to me then. I have known no sudden revelations. No stroke of light has ever knocked me blind to the ground. But I know now that even then, in my hopelessness and sorrow, I began a motion of the heart toward my origins. Far from rising above them, I was longing to sink into them until I would know the fundamental things. I needed to know the original first chapter of the world.

knowing how she was wrung all her life between her cherished resentments and her fierce affections. A peculiar sorrow hovered about her, and not only for the inevitable losses and griefs of her years; it came also from her settled conviction of the tendency of things to be unsatisfactory, to fail to live up to expectation, to fall short.