Quotes About Sorrow

Le malheur avait mis les habits du mensonge Ils étaient d'un beau rouge couleur du sang du cœur Mais son cœur à lui était gris Penché sur la margelle il me chantait l'amour Sa voix grinçait comme la poulie Et moi dans mon costume de vérité je me taisais et je riais et je dansais au fond du puits Et sur l'eau qui riait aussi la lune brillait contre le malheur la lune se moquait de lui.

That the world I was in could be soft, lovely, and nourishing was more than I could bear, and so I stood there and wept, for I didn't want to love one more thing that could make my heart break into a million little pieces at my feet.

He felt that he was lying, and in some way being disloyal as well, but he said only, "He was instantly killed. He didn't have to feel any pain.

The heart that sins must sorrow.

He was nearly erased by all the tragedy falling upon him. His Mamá had still ironed his shirts until she was taken ill. Everything on Earth was filled with sorrow. Little yellow weeds that broke through the tarmac made him feel weepy. The moon, like some pale paper cutout in the morning sky, overwhelmed him.

La madre tenía ya de por sí un carácter tenebroso, pero es que además decía, y no se cansaba de repetir, que la alegría trae mala suerte porque detrás de la alegría acecha siempre la desgracia. «Los llantos los oye Dios y la risa el diablo»

El afán es el deseo de ser un gran hombre y de hacer grandes cosas, y la pena y la agloria que todo eso produce. Eso es el afán.

I am so far removed, from everything, that I can't even cry. There's a chasm between me, where I am, and the world I am in. The world I move my feet through. The atmosphere I breathe is like golden syrup, twenty-seven atmospheres thick. I'm wading through the world, consumed with … consumed. And I'm wading through the swamp that my body has become.

Great knowledge brings great sorrow.

Lost. The therapist made it sound as if the person could be found. As if death wasn't final and irrevocable.

Called by the sirens and followed by an albatross.

Before Christ brought life and immortality to light, death was the slayer of man's hopes. It left love alive, but love without hope is poignant sorrow.

What a sad world sin had caused.

it was on Rawlins's shoulders that they sobbed their hearts out when their babies were taken from them.

All I have I would have given gladly not to be standing here today.

One thing I have learned during these past few terrible years is that our grief and sorrow should be shared, not carried alone.

Yet even as Beatrice tried to convince herself that her anguish varied greatly from the disappointments the beautiful widow had endured, she recognized the act as a futile attempt to elevate her own suffering to something greater. She wanted to believe her sorrow transcended ordinary misery, that it was in some way hallowed, but in reality it was just sadness, as common as dirt and as familiar as the sky.

I cannot think of a life without him in it. I cannot bury another son. This time I fear they will have to put me in the ground with him.

there won't be any pain, he promised. Only an eternity together. Come back to me. (Stanton, book #5)

I always knew death of this relation would be the death of my life.

Mere sorrow, which weeps and sits still, is not repentance. Repentance is sorrow converted into action; into a movement toward a new and better life.

All life is death. You don't fool yourself about this anymore. You slash at the perfect canvas with strokes of paint and replace the perfect picture of your imagination with the reality of what you are capable of. From death, and sorrow, and compromise, you create. This is what it means, you finally realize, to be alive. ("The Chambered Fruit")

I looked over at her face. I could see the light from my heartbeat on her tears.

I could see my face, crying, in her blank eye.