Quotes About Sorrow

I did not weep for the six million Jews or the two million Poles or the one million Serbs or the five million Russians -- I was unprepared to weep for all humanity -- but I did weep for these others who in one way or another had become dear to me, and my sobs made an unashamed racket across the abandoned beach

saw the hurt in his eyes. It made me feel like someone was squeezing water out of my heart.

laid his head in my hand. I almost cried at what I saw. His coat was dirty and mud-caked. His skin was

You said that death was not the end; most true. Death was not stronger than my love for you. But since sweet love so lightly gives, my friend, We are not dead, and yet - this is the end.

Ah, surely the short story should end with tragedy, for only sorrow swoops upon you with a sudden blow. But happiness is built up from long years of small delightful things. You can't put them into a short story.

Let us accept the natural order in which we move. Let us reconcile ourselves to the mysterious rhythm of our destinies, such as they must be in this world of space and time. Let us treasure our joys but not bewail our sorrows. The glory of light cannot exist without its shadows. Life is a whole, and good and ill must be accepted together. The journey has been enjoyable and well worth making - once.

One did not so much feel sorrow at his absence as a sense of the unfitness of his not being there.

Far better now if he had never known. The knowledge served no purpose but to destroy what was left of his peace of mind.

Forgive me, distant wars, for bringing flowers home.

Our times are still not safe and sane enough for faces to show ordinary sorrow.

Remarkable. A hanged bird. A hanged sparrow. The eccentricity of it clamored with a loud voice and pointed to a human hand that had torn into the thicket—but who? Who hanged it, why, for what reason? .

Then she saw him stop and wipe his brow with his handkerchief. Once, twice. And then once again. But she did not see the grin of relief spread over his face. That she did not see because her eyes had filled with tears. And the geraniums, they were just as sad. In any case, that's how they smelled.

Blessed be shock. Blessed be the part of us that protects us from too much pain and sorrow. At the heart of life is a fusebox.

You bring joy and pain in equal measure. Joy because you are with me, but pain because it wont be for long.

The sad fact is that there are no natural deaths, despite what doctors say. Every death is felt by someone as a murder, as the unjust taking of a loved being.

To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you.

You bring joy and pain in equal measure. Joy because you are with me, but pain because it won't be for long.

Sá»± s?ng ??p ??n m?c cái ch?t Ä'ã ph?i lòng nó

They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love.

Those who have slept with sorry in their hearts Know all too well how short but sweet The instant of their coming-to can be: The heart is strong, as if it ever sorrowed; The mind's dear clarity intact; and then, The vast, unhappy stone from yesterday Rolls down these vital units to the bottom of oneself.

Those who have slept with sorrow in their hearts Know all too well how short but sweet The instant of their coming-to can be: The heart is strong, as if it never sorrowed; The mind's dear clarity intact; and then, The vast, unhappy stone from yesterday Rolls down these vital units to the bottom of oneself.

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.

He cries. 'Please! I don't want to die.' I lean over. My hair smothers him. 'Then you should never have been born,' I say.

You will see that the things you desire most are the very things that bring you the greatest sorrow.