Quotes About Sorrow

A single tear forms, just in the corner of one eye, but it doesn't roll down my cheek; it merely crystallizes in the cold air, it grows and grows into a second giant globe that doesn't want to orbit with the world—it breaks off from the planet and plunges into infinity.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break." ? William Shakespeare

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break." ? William

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief. – Aeschylus

Sleep, how soon I too shall be sent— For your sake— my dearest, my damnable.

In der Luft zitterte noch Schreien, man hörte es nicht mehr, man sah es nur noch. Wir sahen und fühlten es alle und waren für eine Sekunde vereint in Trauer und Angst. Denn es war getötet worden, und wir sind dabei gewesen.

Loneliness is a kind of prison. [Vincent Van Gogh]

Realizing that the enemy was determined to fight to the bitter end, Cortés remarked, ". . . We would recover little if any of the treasure that had been taken from us, and they would force us to destroy them totally. This last caused me the greater sorrow," he said, "because it weighed on my soul.

A heavy wallet is lined with tears.

Cocaine did him in, or morphine—did him in, they say, after he fell from an aeroplane somewhere in the marshes around Novgorod.

See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Comfort ye, my people speak ye peace, thus saith our God. Comfort those who sit in darkness, mourning 'neath their sorrow's load. For the glory of the Lord now o'er earth is shed abroad and all flesh shall see the token that His word is never broken.

Mama, don't take him. We need him,' Jack whispered. 'Please. He will not forget you if you let him stay with us. He will love you for ever and every time he laughs, he will remember how you once laughed...

They ask me to write down all I remember of the Glory days. A hard thing, because there is so much of Sorrow in the telling.

True sorrows do not pass like clouds or inclement weather...Sorrows are absorbed over time, and you reshape yourself around them. How you absorb them makes you what you are for good or ill. I think the only true and right way is to take our sorrows into us bravely and wholly, knowing they will hurt, and accepting that sometimes pain is unavoidable. It is when grief is suppressed or hidden that it does harm

For Leopardi, unhappy hedonist that he was, what is unknown is always more attractive than what is known; hope and imagination are the only consolations for the disappointments and sorrows of experience. Man therefore projects his desire into infinity and feels pleasure only when he is able to imagine that this pleasure has no end.

Sorrow and love ? life, in other words ? cannot be considered a sickness because they hurt.

Grief does not always come out in tears.

What does your sorrow do while you sleep? -It's awake and waiting. And when it loses patience, it wakes me up.

Even when a river of tears courses through this body, the flame of love cannot be quenched.

Although the cricket's song has no words, still, it sounds like sorrow.

Love entered in my heart one day A sad, unwelcome guest. But when it begged that it might stay I let it stay and rest It broke my nights with sorrowing It filled my heart with fears And, when my soul was prone to sing, It filled my eyes with tears. But...now that it has gone its way, I miss the dear ole pain. And, sometimes, in the night I pray That Love might come again.

And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? He let them fall.