Quotes About Sorrow

Who shall tell the lady's grief When her Cat was past relief? Who shall number the hot tears Shed o'er her, beloved for years? Who shall say the dark dismay Which her dying caused that day?

A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A fool to snap my lily. My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I have never wept: Oh it was summer when I slept, It's winter now I waken. Talk what you please of future spring And sun-warm'd sweet to-orrow: Stripp'd bare of hope and everything, No more to laugh, no more to sing, I sit alone with sorrow.

Mirage" The hope I dreamed of was a dream, Was but a dream; and now I wake, Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, For a dream's sake. I hang my harp upon a tree, A weeping willow in a lake; I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapped For a dream's sake. Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.

A Daughter of Eve... Talk what you please of future spring And sun-warm'd sweet to-morrow: Stripp'd bare of hope and everything, No more to laugh, no more to sing, I sit alone with sorrow.

Have done with sorrow I will bring you plums tomorrow.

My tears were swallowed by the sea; Her songs died on the air.

He was incapable of nursing an injustice which would cost him good living to repay, an evil thought which it would undo him to give back, or even sorrow in his bosom; and tragedy itself could not worm its way by any means into his heart.

I saw my entire life a waste, a desert of shame and unspeakable sorrow, and behind me, a suicided wife!

Unrequited love is the infinite curse of a lonely heart.

Looking down upon us maybe God laughs, but at the same time he cries too.

He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.

I genitori di mio nonno dovettero lasciare il villaggio, la tomba fresca della loro piccola: s misero a intrecciare cesti di vimini, non restarono a lungo in nessun luogo perché li addolorava vedere come dappertutto il pendolo della giustizia battesse falso e sbagliato.

Žmogus be li?desio nebe žmogus.

Ich weine, wissend, daß Tränen eines Säufers nicht zählen, kein Gewicht haben- und ich spüre etwas, das ich nicht Gewissensbisse, sondern einfach Schmerz nennen möchte.

I looked at this polite little sentence & sat crying on the bed —

I had always thought that sorrow was the most exhausting of the emotions. Now I knew that it was anger.

The tears came into Christiana's eyes,

Here's a word. Bereavement. Or, Bereaved. Bereft. It's from the Old English bereafian, meaning 'to deprive of, take away, seize, rob'. Robbed. Seized. It happens to everyone. But you feel it alone. Shocking loss isn't to be shared, no matter how hard you try.

Here's a word. Bereavement. Or, Bereaved. Bereft. It's from the Old English bereafian, meaning 'to deprive of, take away, seize, rob'.

That I have remembered what it is, and how it can be done. But watching television from the sofa later that evening I notice tears running from my eyes and dropping into my mug of tea. Odd, I think. I put it down to tiredness. Perhaps I am getting a cold. Perhaps

His glasses, carefully folded, placed in my mum's outstretched hand. His coat. An envelope. His watch. His shoes. And when we left, clutching a plastic bag with his belongings, the clouds were still there,

cannot remember that my heart stopped beating at any particular time,' he wrote in his diary. 'The blow was so stunning, so final after six weeks of unremitting faith, that it was tempered to me as being beyond my appreciation. Death will be like this, something too vast to hurt much or perhaps even to upset me.' His

She won't forget or recover, she is inconsolable.

It sort of rocks you . . . reading it is sort of like reading from a cradle hung up in the trees, and the trees rock you with such sorrow, and as the volume turns up you realize that the trees are rocking you whilst deciding whether to let you live or die, and they're sorry because they've decided to smash you to pieces . . ." "But