Quotes About Sorrow

Let your heart be at peace. Watch the turmoil of beings but contemplate their return. If you don't realize the source, you stumble in confusion and sorrow. When you realize where you come from, you naturally become tolerant, disinterested, amused, kindhearted as a grandmother, dignified as a king. Immersed in the wonder of the Tao, you can deal with whatever life brings you, And when death comes, you are ready.

Joy and anger, sorrow and happiness, caution and remorse Come upon us by turns, with ever changing mood. They come like music from hollows, like wood when played by the wind, or how mushrooms grow from the damp. Daily and nightly they alternate within but we cannot tell whence they spring. Without these emotions I should not be. Without me, they would have no instrument

Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying?

Love everywhere, and none for me.

What comes from sorrow, watered by tears, grows something of beauty. A salt garden. And so this I leave behind. A harvest for those who find their way into my life and I into theirs.

She felt like a part of her body had been ripped off. The fact that everyone didn't stare seemed absolutely impossible. How could a loss that big be that invisible?

This water is cool and clean as anything I have ever tasted; it tastes of my father leaving, of him never having been there, of having nothing after he was gone.

Above all, in my anger, I was sad. Isn't that always the way, that at the heart of the fire is a frozen kernel of sorrow that the fire is trying -- valiantly, fruitlessly -- to eradicate.

I've discovered over the years that the simplest explanation is almost always the right one; and that hunger of one kind or another - desire, by another name - is the source of almost every sorrow.

Nothing is more painful than to wander in the world without the one you love.

And even sadness was also something for rich people, for people who could afford it, for people who didn't have anything better to do. Sadness was a luxury.

Only then did she see that her life was miserable. She felt like crying when she saw her other side, she who, as I said, had always thought she was happy.

But after much thought, I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing more difficult in this world than to surrender completely. This is one of man's greatest sorrows.

que façam harpas de meus nervos quando eu morrer.

That power he had to deplete things before getting them, that stark premonition he had of "afterward" ...Before taking the first step toward action, he had already tasted the saturation and sorrow that follow victories...

Hope was my greatest sin. — Clarice Lispector, from "The Disasters of Sofia," The Complete Stories (New Directions, 2015)

Agnès se tourne vers moi. Ses yeux sont vert émeraude. Vert ne s'accorde pas avec yeux mais avec émeraude et se met donc au singulier. Son regard ainsi parfaitement accordé m'oblige à baisser le mien. Lâche, tu es lâche, Frédéric. Oui, mais il y a entre nous un enfant mort. Au singulier. Définitivement.

Triste?ea persista, dar durerea aproape c? disp?ruse, ca ?i cum s-ar fi evaporat. Atinsese acel prag unde durerea care sfâ?ie nu mai e decât o melancolie plutitoare ce mai curând umbre?te decât r?ne?te.

La muerte pide resignación, la ausencia no.

If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.

An elementary pupil was asked by the teacher what to give her mother on Mothers' Day. She said, My name... because my mother never saw or knew me after giving birth to me.

A grief-stricken man is driven to defy the gods.

the young daughter of Sejanus is taken away to be killed. "What have I done?" Tacitus has her say. "Where are you taking me? I won't do it again.

When you miss someone....it's weird…your body doesn't function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it's not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.