Quotes About Sorrow

Dixie Clay knew now that the world was full of secret sorrowing women, each with her own doors closed to rooms she wouldn't be coming back to, walking and talking and cutting lard into flour and slicing fish from their spines and acting as if it were an acceptable thing, this living.

Dixie Clay knew now that the world was full of secret sorrowing women, each with her own doors closed to rooms she wouldn't be coming back to,

skin the off-white of a dirty motel sheet.

Sometimes the world is so beautiful it hurts.

Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,I drunk me a river since you tore me apart

Once I had a dog that died of lead poisoning . . . I shot him in the head.

Antoinette felt a pain in her chest that seemed to be a lump made of all the tears she had cried over the years. Where do they come from, she wondered. Is there a sac made of a thin membrane that our grief enters and becomes water, then, once filled, it finally bursts, releasing an unstoppable torrent?

Loss is loss, and nothing is gained by calling it by a nicer name.

The total isolation of death. The loneliness of the dying man. That is what I had noticed about my father's death. We loved him but, in the end, we left him and he died alone. Because we were tired. Because it was late. Because there was nothing we could do. We loved him and yet he was on his own.

It's funny. You love something and one day it's suddenly gone or changed or lost forever. But somehow that doesn't stop your loving. Maybe that's how you know it's the real thing.

Se la veía debatirse entre su deseo de dominar la congoja y la imposibilidad de evitarla. La dejó llorar. El llanto es una descarga de la emotividad. Cuando ésta llega a un punto grave de concentración es preciso abrir compuertas al alma. Y el llanto, a veces, es su mejor cauce.

Below his tired eyes there were deep smoke-colored shadows, and two wrinkles ran down his cheeks as if they were tracks made by tears.

Der er mere grund til at sørge over mit liv end over min død.

When one's dead, one's dead… This squirrel will become earth all in his time. And still later on, there'll grow new trees from him, with new squirrels skipping about in them. Do you think that's so very sad?

Life is an isle of sorrow, you live today and die tomorrow!

Jäärouva kumarsi kauniit kasvonsa oravan puoleen ja raaputti sitä korvan takaa hajamielisenä. Orava katsoi lumoutuneena häneen, suoraan hänen kylmiin, sinisiin silmiinsä. Jäärouva hymyili ja jatkoi matkaaansa. Mutta hänen askeltensa jäljillä makasi orava jäykkänä ja kylmänä, pienet jalat ilmassa. - Nyt kävi huonosti, sanoi Tuu-tikki kipakasti ja veti lakin korvilleen.

There are only two kinds of songs; there's the blues, and there's zip-a-dee-doo-dah.

child to lose her mother and brother, as you

day. You lost your man and

Given in love. Defiled by remorse.

Homesickness could be more painful than a bullet wound

It used to be, you'd open your mouth And the weather changed. You'd Open your mouth and the sky'd spill That dry, missing-someone kind of rain No matter the season. And it hurt Like a guitar hurts under the right hands. Like a good strong spell. Now You're all song. Body gone to memory. And guess what? It hurts Harder.

We wept to be reminded of such color.

let you down let you go let you die