Quotes About Sorrow

What I want is him back, him standing beside me, him laughing at all this. I would settle for even his worst self, his cruellest trickster self, if only he could be here.

loss sings to loss

He had begged for the heart of stone, but for the first time, he felt the weight of it in his chest.

Call's stomach felt as if it wanted to curl up inside him like a kicked puppy.

I had a tutor who wanted me to believe that mercy is a kind of sorrow and that since evil is the motive of sorrow, evil is also the motive of mercy. I thought that my tutor was old and cruel, and maybe he was—but now I think he was also right.

He just looked like a pretty boy, tall and lanky. She thought again of the crumpled paper in her purse and of him, caged beneath a cemetery. How long had he been there? How long had he looked just as he did now? A hundred years? Two hundred? Could he even remember the press of time? Maybe having stepped outside of it would drive anybody crazy.

The whole place looks straight out of a fairy tale, the kind where love is a simple thing. never the cause of pain.

I am hungry. I realize, but I feel too sick to eat. Is this what it is to be brokenhearted? I am not sure it is Locke I am sick over, so much as the world the way it was before the coronation began. But if I could undo the passing of the days, why not unwind them to before I killed Valerian, why not unwind them until my parents are alive, why not unwind them all the way to the beginning?

a song of heartbreak. Of a girl who walked the earth by starlight. Whose aspect was mortal but with beauty divine. Her cruelty had pierced his heart.

Sweet Jude. You are my dearest punishment.

My chest hurts, looking at him. I feel like I can't breathe. Though he is in front of me, the pain of losing him hasn't faded.

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She looked down at herself, at the mess of her dress and the mess of her knees and the mess of everything. "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.

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

Cardan hätte der Junge aus dem Herzen aus Stein aus Aslogs Geschichte sein sollen, doch irgendwie hatte er es zugelassen, dass sein Herz zu Glas geworden war. Mit jedem Atemzug spürte er die zerbrochenen Scherben in seiner Lunge.

I wasn't kind, Jude. Not to many people. Not to you. I wasn't sure if I wanted you or if I wanted gone from my sight so that I would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone- truly gone beneath the waves- I hated myself as I never have before.

Though he means me harm, I will miss him. I will miss the way he moves through the world, as though nothing could be so terrible that he might not laugh at it.

Er sang sie durch ihre abgrundtiefe Einsamkeit, denn Trauer konnte man nicht verdrängen, abtun oder bekämpfen. Trauer hörte nur auf, wenn man sie durchlitt.

Mom didn't move. Mom and Dad were dead. They were never going to move again.

I know I shouldn't love it as I do, stolen as I am from the mortal world, my parents murdered. But I love it all the same

The whole places looks straight out of a fairy tale, the kind where love is a simple thing, never the cause of pain.

Only in my dreams has Cardan ever been like this. Begging. Miserable. Powerless.

But when you were gone-truly gone beneath the waves-I hated myself as I never have before.

Alive or dead, I never cared about him. I only cared for you. If you're sorrowful that he's gone, then I am sorry for that. If you wish he were returned to life so you could kill him again, I recognize that feeling. But perhaps you dispensed justice and are only troubled that justice can be cruel.