Quotes About Sorrow

This is the thing, I think often, that never occurs to you when you consider what it would be like to lose someone you love. That you would miss not just the flowers and kisses, but the totality of the experience. You miss the failures and little evils with as much desperation as you miss being held in the middle of the night.

Rest assured that long patience and jealously concealed sorrows have shaped, refined, and hardened that woman who makes people exclaim: "She's made of steel!" She's simply "made of woman," and that's sufficient.

She is made for moderate emotions, ash-blonde sorrow.

It is the youth who must inherit the tribulation, the sorrow... that are the aftermath of war.

She stroked my hair. Sweet, damp sounds + smells from the ground. Clusters of clouds against the unwrinkled sky. She must have thought my tears were of pain.

As he lay down, a slight sigh spilled from his thin lips. Most likely it was just his chest wound having its say. Of course, no one else would ever know for sure. D's sorrow, his joy, and his pain belonged to him alone.

Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.

this is what death does to you, it takes and takes, so that all that is left of your memories is a faint tracing of spilled ash.

It was only a year before his girls died of the same cause.

He feels someone has attached a weight to his heart. Not a big weight: just a small leaden bob, so he feels the drag.

I will abandon my agonized soul to vice if instantly you don't send a medimnos of barley. From the flour I'll make a brew to drink as medicine against my sorrows.

Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.

Had the pain not been so precise I would have asked To which of my sorrows should I yield.

Though I grieve, there is no help;Vainly I long to see her.Men tell me that my wife isIn the mountains of Hagai—Thither I go,Toiling along the stony path;But it avails me not,For of my wife, as she lived in this world,I find not the faintest shadow.

The time to read is any time: no apparatus, no appointment of time and place, is necessary. It is the only art which can be practised at any hour of the day or night, whenever the time and inclination comes, that is your time for reading; in joy or sorrow, health or illness.

And yet my heart is buried with you in the strange soil of the mortal world, as it was drowned with you in the cold waters of the undersea. It was yours before I could ever admit it, and yours it shall ever remain.

I remember what it was to hate him with the whole of my heart, but I've remembered too late.

If she'd known she was going to die at his hands, she would have dressed up.

As he bent closer, he realized they were words -- words his wife had carved into the cave ice with the last of her dying strength. As he read them, he felt them like three hard blows in the stomach. KILL THE CHILD

I miss him, and the pain of it is a yawning chasm, one into which I yearn to let myself fall.

Children can laugh all day and still cry themselves to sleep at night.

I'm sorry,' she said to each of the dead as she unzipped and unfastened their things, 'I'm sorry Courtney. I'm sorry Marcus. I'm sorry Rachel. I'm sorry Jon. I'm sorry I'm alive and you're dead. I'm sorry I was asleep. I'm sorry I didn't save you and now I'm taking your things. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Tana would sit near the door to the basement with fingers in her ears, tears and snot running down her face as she cried and cried and cried. And little Pearl would toddle up, crying, too. They cried while they ate their cereal, cried while they watched cartoons, and cried themselves to sleep at night, huddled together in Tana's little bed. 'Make her stop' Pearl said, but Tana couldn't.

I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone." Horrifyingly, she felt her eyes prick with sudden tears. He bent down and picked up Aidan, slinging him over one shoulder. "We'll get you another day," Gavriel said, with such odd sincerity that she had to smile.