Quotes About Sorrow

in his lovely eyes sorrow has closed into a circle for the road has no ending and he must drag behind him the whole world

our day is a green apple cut in two i look at you you dont see me between us is the blind sun on the steps our torn embrace you call me i dont hear you between us is the deaf air in the shop windows my lips are seeking your smile at the crossroads our trampled kiss i have given you my hand you dont feel it emptiness has embraced you in the squares your tear is seekinng my eyes in the evening my day dead meets with your dead day only in sleep we walk the same paths

I am not crying, but have tears in my heart.

And yet I feel so sad for some reason.

All human suffering springs from unbridled desire. Unless one extricates oneself from the clutch of greed, one will not free himself from the fetters of sorrow.

There seemed to be nothing left in the world, for I felt that Roland had taken with him all my future and Edward all my past.

Why, I wondered, do people who at one time or another have all been young themselves, who ought therefore to know better, generalize so suavely and so mendaciously about the golden hours of youth--that period of life when every sorrow seems permanent and every setback insuperable?

That's the worst of sorrow . . . it's always a vicious circle. It makes one tense and hard and disagreeable, and this means that one repels and antagonises people, and then they dislike and avoid one--and that means more isolation and still more sorrow.

People talked so foolishly, I thought, about the ennobling effects of suffering. No doubt the philosophy that tells you your soul grows through grief and sorrow is right--ultimately. But I don't think this is the case at first. At first, pain beyond a certain point merely makes you lifeless, and apathetic to everything but itself.

That's the worst of sorrow," I decided, with less surprise than I had accepted the same conclusion after Roland's death. "It's always a vicious circle. It makes one tense and hard and disagreeable, and this means that one repels and antagonises people, and then they dislike and avoid one--and that means more isolation and still more sorrow.

Why, I wonder, do people who at one time or another have all been young themselves, and who ought therefore to know better, generalise so suavely and so mendaciously about the golden hours of youth - that period of life when every sorrow seems permanent, and every set-back insuperable?

A vast black sleep falls over my life sleep, all hope sleep, all desire.

And Pham drowned in an old, old rage, remembering….

The light shining through was a rainbow from hell.

I never guessed I could cry so hard my face hurt.

Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

I have such a dark mission, loving you.

That profound darkness where weeping doesn't exist.

Unfortunately, by then, he had already seen the last of his beloved elephant Bandoola. The great tusker had been killed before war's end, in circumstances that would haunt Williams for the rest of his life. It was, he would always maintain, nothing short of murder

Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.

The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.

I find beauty in melancholy.

At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.