Quotes About Sorrow

Life doesn't take itself seriously for long. Joy leaves an imprint even in the hardest sorrow.

There was no true recovery from the loss of a child. A part of her was broken and it couldn't be fixed.

News had reached his ears that they planned to distribute mixtures alongside Route One and Route Twenty-two to kill the vegetation there. Depriving ambushers of cover was a good idea, he thought. But this was the loveliest country on the earth. Sorrow and war lay all over it, true, but the sickness of sorrow had never before penetrated the land itself. He didn't like to see it poisoned.

My father is dead! As soon as he'd said it, Fiskadoro saw he'd made it true again--again for the first time. Did it just go around and around? He began to see that his sorrow wasn't simple. It wasn't one thing, but a thousand things carrying him away to the Ocean: the work of a person's life was to drink it.

Gladys had seen all of this, and she made it his to know. She'd lost her future to death, and lost her child to life.

Because we all believed we were tragic, and we drank. We had that helpless, destined feeling.

That night I sat in a booth across from Kid Williams, a former boxer. His black hands were lumpy and mutilated. I always had the feeling he might suddenly reach out his hands and strangle me to death. He spoke in two voices. He was in his fifties. He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd wasted only a few years.

He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied.

Jesus is true to His Word: He will deliver us from every one of our pains and sorrows.

How am I supposed to let you go, that's all I'm asking. I want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade...

But as the years passed, he missed her more not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.

and two men standing up top, weeping like children because they'd somehow never known the world could get this bad.

Lo hice. Me quedé de rodillas mientras los polis se me acercaban con cautela, el aire amargo la tomaba con mis pies descalzos y mi fina camisa y los médicos subían a Angie a la ambulancia y se la llevaban.

Jimmy looked back over at his wife, and Celeste could feel the tenderest of aches in the look. She could feel another teardrop piece of Jimmy's heart detach and free-fall down the inside of his chest.

Those who sow in tears will reap in joy.

It breaks my heart to love you.

Glu de l'étang lait de ma mort noyée [Glue of the pool milk of my death drowned]

Till she seemed to swoon, gradually her mind went, and she passed away, everything in her was melted down and fluid, and she lay still, become contained by him, sleeping in him as lightning sleeps in a pure, soft stone.

Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi' loving you.

I want to hold you hard to me and kiss you, and never let you go. I want to take you to my bed and use you like a whore, 'til I forget that I exist. And I want to put my head in your lap and weep like a child. The mouth turned up at one corner, and a blue eye opened slitwise. Unfortunately, he said, I can't do any but the last of those without fainting or being sick again.

I was dead, my Sassenach – and yet all that time, I loved you.

He stood for a moment, bereavement a sudden, small tear in his soul.

All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death is the key to the gate that bars memory.

It's my fault, I said softly. I touched his face, the thick brows, wide mouth, and the sprouting stubble along the clean,long jaw. Mine. If I hadn't come...and told you what would happen... I felt a true sorrow for his corruption, and shared a sense of loss for the naïve, gallant lad he had been. And yet...what choice had either of us truly had, being who we were? I had had to tell him, and he had had to act on it.