Quotes About Sorrow

If you should leave me, my heart will turn to water and flood away.

Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be.

I discover that grief means living with someone who is no longer there.

I discover that grief means living with someone who is not there.

When we buried my mother, some of the light went out of me, and it seemed proper that I should go and live in a place where all the light shone outwards and none of it was there for us. Pew

The dark forest looked on fire. The trees were lit up like funeral pyres. She thought she saw bodies strapped to the trees, burning, burning, burning.

The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

El amor es tan fuerte como la muerte.

Raccontami una storia, Pew. Che storia, piccola? Una a lieto fine? Non ne troverai una in tutto il mondo. Nessun lieto fine, dunque? Nessuna fine.

Every time she thought about him, she felt a thud of pain, like a bruised place inside her.

She suffers as a miser. She must be miserly with her pleasures, as well. I wonder if sometimes she doesn't wish she were free of this monotonous sorrow, of these mutterings which start as soon as she stops singing, if she doesn't wish to suffer once and for all, to drown herself in despair. In any case, it would be impossible for her: she is bound.

Still, somewhere in the depths of ourselves we all harbor an ashamed, unsatisfied melancholy that quietly awaits a funeral.

Then time started flowing again and the emptiness grew larger.

And you, fathers and mothers, loving par-ents, lower your eyes humbly. They are there, your dead children, stretching their frail arms towards you, and all the happiness you denied them, all the tortures you inflicted, weigh like lead on their sad, childish, unforgiving hearts.

It is Christlike work to soothe and sympathize, and only those who have drunk the cup of sorrow are fully equipped to do it.

There is a phrase in French, which means 'to miss.' To pass by. To not be able to stop. You love someone and someone loves you, but it just can't work for different reasons.

It is very difficult to pass from pleasure to work. Accordingly more poems have been swallowed up by sorrow than ever happiness caused to blaze forth in unparalleled radiance.

It took me a little while to get sorrow under the belt enough to understand country music's lyrics and strengths.

These hands which stretch out, implore, beg, then rise to the head in a gesture of calamity.

There are holes in our lives that can never be filled - not really, not ever.

In our lives, we have good things and bad things, happiness and pain.

At the age of 62, my father died of cancer - it was much too soon. My mother never remarried or got over it, never even thought of another man.

My baby. My baby. She loved to call him Willy, but others could also call him Willy. Only she could say, My baby. But as much as he was her baby then, he was more so now, after the vigil on her knees, after the curses and after the prayers, after the weeping and after the begging, after going into the deepest blackest place.

Down Hearted Blues," by Bessie Smith. This is the song Ingersoll is singing to the baby