Quotes About Sorrow

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.

Sorrow makes men sincere.

waves are the tears of Christ breaking on the stones of the world.

He first deceas'd; She for a little tri'd To live without him: lik'd it not, and di'd.

He would not now conduct little Nell to the coast; he would not convey her by a steamer to Port Said, would not surrender her to Mr. Rawlinson; he himself would not fall into his father's arms and would not hear from his lips that he had acted like a true Pole! The end, the end! In a few days the sun would shine only upon the lifeless bodies and afterwards would dry them up into a semblance of those mummies which slumber in an eternal sleep in the museums in Egypt

And the light by which she had read the book filled with troubles, falsehoods, sorrow, and evil, flared up more brightly than ever before, lighted up for her all that had been in darkness, flickered, began to grow dim, and was quenched forever.

Pure, perfect sorrow is as impossible as pure and perfect joy.

Self-conceit is a sentiment entirely incompatible with genuine sorrow, and it is so firmly engrafted on human nature that even the most profound sorrow can seldom expel it altogether. Vanity in sorrow expresses itself by a desire to appear either stricken with grief or unhappy or brave: and this ignoble desire which we do not acknowledge but which hardly ever leaves us even in the deepest trouble robs our grief of its strength, dignity and sincerity.

Grief is never fatal.

Tout était si beau, joyeux et pur dans la maison ; mais dans son âme tout était laid, sale, horrible.

Tell your wife that I love her as before, and if she cannot forgive me my situation, I wish her never to forgive me. In order to forgive, one must have lived through what I have lived through, and may God spare her that.

for them when I die." He wished to say this but had not the strength to utter it. "Besides, why speak? I must act," he thought. with a look at his wife he indicated his son and said: "Take him away … sorry for him … sorry for you too … " He tried to add, "Forgive me,

If you can forgive me, forgive me,' said her eyes, 'I am so happy.' 'I hate them all, and you, and myself,' his eyes responded.

Sorrow is sent by Him, not by men. Men are His instruments, they are not to blame. If you think someone has wronged you, forget it and forgive! We have no right to punish. And then you will know the happiness of forgiving.

Ah, how good! How nice!" he said to himself, when he remembered that his wife and the French were no more.

She was overcome by sweet sorrow, and tears were already rising to her eyes: then she suddenly asked herself to whom she was saying this? Again everything was shrouded in hard, dry perplexity, and again with a strained frown she peered towards the world where he was.

Prince Andrew could no longer restrain himself and wept tender loving tears for his fellow men, for himself, and for his own and their errors.

Tears, like bitter rivers, streamed down his dried-up cheeks, as he stood swaying in his brother's arms.

Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.

În ziua de fericire s? fim bucuroÈ™i È™i în ziua de nenorocire s? v?rs?m o lacrim?, c? exist? o vreme pentru a plânge È™i o vreme pentru a jeli.

My friends are gone and my hair is grey. I ache in places I used to play. And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on. I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

Ah, grief makes us precise!

It's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.