Quotes About Sorrow

Opportunities lose not, for all delay is madness; ?Mid bitter sorrow patience show, for ?tis the key of gladness.

Sorrow is there for you as long as you think. There is actually no sorrow there to be free from. Thinking about and struggling against "sorrow" is sorrow. Since you can't stop thinking, and thinking is sorrow, you will always suffer. There is no way out, no escape.

Grief often feels lonely. Part of the work of grieving has to be done by oneself. Nobody can be of any help with the innermost sorrow. One must bear it on one's own.

A woman wears her tears like jewelry.

When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness; instead keep your head up high and gaze into heaven for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal.

Night is the blotting paper for many sorrows.

And maybe if I gaze into the sun long enough, it will blind me into believing in love once more.

For my tears fall upon them, the blood of life awakens them.

There is nothing more dangerous than a woman who can no longer weep.

And it was strange, I thought, that sorrow lasts and can make a man look forward to death, but the mood of victory fills a moment and then is over

Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren't in fact sad guardians of the meaning of life.

his father lying on the bare floor in anguish. The King evidently had been struck down with some great sorrow. His face

The fullness of existence, life's true richness, does not consist solely in health and happiness but in an ever-expanding range of joy and sorrow; and the broader the range, the richer life becomes.

If I loved someone, I could never let him go away from me. I would be too miserable and lonely.

never seen before. It made Kit's heart twist with sorrow. For just the tiniest

And that obsession was only a shadow of the first one. Lately I wonder if it all goes back to the way you begin, and after that you love in that way, or go sleepwalking after something that evokes the luxury, fatality, sorrow, whatever the strong taste was, of that first one.

La guerra es la fiesta más cruel, pero es siempre un festejo. Hay que adornarse con las mejores galas para danzar con la muerte.

Cuando vean los cuerpos de sus hijos y hermanos, o se resignarán a la suerte o decidirán vengarse, pero a cada uno le será restituido el cuerpo de su pariente.

I miss you so much, I can't stand it Feels like my heart is breaking in two My head says no, but my soul demands it And everything I do, reminds me of you

desire is the source of all sorrows, and desirelessness leads to the most intense delight.

Her mother told her about cardinals when she was a child. This bird was symbolic of beauty in the midst of darkness, hope in the midst of sorrow—and her family had certainly seen a fair share of sorrow. Could

When I talk to people about what makes us human, some people say it's our tears. Because we are the only ones who weep, only we can feel true sorrow. When I hear this, I remember Isiro's face, her anguished eyes as she cried for Mikeno, how she screamed at the keepers with her teeth bared and pushed at the poles. How she dashed back to his body and dug her fingers into his chest as if the strength of her grip could bring him back. There is sorrow without tears. Of course there is.

Sonetul c?tre Wer Preatrista mea numit? Wer Numai vederea te mai strânge. ?i-ai pus cuvântul meu cercel Dar to?i î?i mai vorbesc prin sânge! Ai tras prin tine un alt cer S? fiu un plâns f?r? ureche Prin? invizibil ?i stingher Vagabondând o lume veche. Preatrista mea numit? Wer Un vagabond singur e-un rege! (Prin reverii se arat? R sim?ind în cifra ? o lege!) Însingurat de-a nu fi cer Nu poate via?a-mi s? te nege.

Sonet c?tre Wer Preatrista mea numit? Wer Numai vederea te mai strânge. ?i-ai pus cuvântul meu cercel Dar to?i î?i mai vorbesc: prin sânge! Ai tras pe tine un alt cer S? fiu un plâns f?r? ureche Prin? invizibil ?i stingher Vagabondând o lume veche. (Prin reverii se arat? R sim?ind în cifra ? o lege!) Însingurat de-a nu fi cer Nu poate via?a-mi s? te nege. Preatrista mea numit? Wer Un vagabond singur e-un rege!