Quotes About Sorrow

Why do you eat your own heart? Because, O King, it is bitter, and because it is my heart.

Fury is the best fuel of all. It is so clean, so marvelous, so ruthless. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, rage against evil is better than sorrow. Sorrow can't balance the scales.

I held her as she wept. I stroked her hair, loose and slightly matted. 'Stay here with me. Or let me come with you.' She pulled me down to kiss her. Warm. Briny. 'I love you,' she said, her lips still against mine. But it meant no.

Because death is not tragic to them, not in the way it is to us,' I said. 'They mourn.' 'They feel sorrow, great sorrow. But it isn't tragic.' 'No, it isn't. They know their ancestors have a plan for them. There's no sense that it was wrong. Tragedy is based on this sense that there's been a terrible mistake, isn't it?

Because death is not tragic to them, not in the way it is to us,' I said. 'They mourn.' 'They feel sorrow, great sorrow. But it isn't tragic.' 'No, it isn't. They know their ancestors have a plan for them. There's no sense that it was wrong. Tragedy is based on this sense that there's been a terrible mistake, isn't it?' 'We're sort of big dramatic babies in comparison,

Funny how irony is never tragic to them, only comic.' 'Because death is not tragic to them, not in the way it is to us,' I said. 'They mourn.' 'They feel sorrow, great sorrow. But it isn't tragic.' 'No, it isn't. They know their ancestors have a plan for them. There's no sense that it was wrong. Tragedy is based on this sense that there's been a terrible mistake, isn't it?

At night you cried, because everyone around you was crying, halls and halls of boys crying in the dark for their brothers. 'Tears are not endless and we have no more.' That is the line I like best of all those war poets.

Tragedy is based on this sense that there's been a terrible mistake,isn't it?

In this sad world of ours sorrow comes to all, and to the young it comes with bittered agony because it takes them unawares. The older have learned to expect it.

I was so sad from losing two of my dogs and my mother. I had this vision of all these animals sitting behind bars. They had no control and were scared. That's why I got into fostering and adopting animals out.

Worry doesn't empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength. We know worry is destructive, and yet we continue to be choked by anxiety over what might happen.

It's regret that kills, the if onlys that leave the mortal wounds.

Jag vill inte dö, jag vill leva, men om hon dör finns det ingen plats för mig i den här världen.

In Sarah's eyes I see trapped tears that have spun themselves so tightly that they can't fall onto her cheeks, but will fall instead back into the empty hollow place in her. I imagine a deep, dark well inside her that's filled with all the tears she never cries, and how cold and damp she must feel under her pinafore and inside her kind, pale body.

Which are more full of fate: The stars, or those sad eyes?

He wasn't mad, he was sad.

Bur Armenians have a talent for sorrow.

I want to let all this go when it still hurts to let it go. When we can still feel a sense of loss. When what we're losing is still whole, and not corrupted, and diminished, and made dreadfully sad.

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. ~Song of the Sparrow

I am Elaine dughter of Barnard of Ascolat. Motherless. Sisterless. I sing these words to you now, because the point of light grows smaller ever smaller now, ever more distant now. And with this song, I pray I may push back the tides of war and death. So, I sing these words that this light, this tiny ray of light and hope may live on. I dare not hope that I may live on too.

I do not understand it, this fighting and killing/ and urge to conquer." His gaze turned downward then. I touched his arm, and he glanced at me, all the sorrow on this earth filling his eyes then. "I will never understand it.

The pain of lost love is as total, as self-obliterating an emotion as the initial ecstasy.

No! It can't be!" She screamed, "Raphael! I need you! Raphael … !" But there was no one to answer, and there never would be. She would haunt these halls forever, seeking him. For she was the Woman in Black.

brother died.