Quotes About Sorrow

below the hopelessness is faith, under the sorrow is joy, and beneath the spastic pelvic floor is the genital apparatus and the way to freedom.

Oh, when we are journeying through the murky night and the dark woods of affliction and sorrow, it is something to find here and there a spray broken, or a leafy stem bent down with the tread of His foot and the brush of His hand as He passed; and to remember that the path He trod He has hallowed, and thus to find lingering fragrance and hidden strength in the remembrance of Him as " in all points tempted like as we are," bearing grief for us, bearing grief with us, bearing grief like us.

Sorrow and loss are meant to prepare us for the vision of God to purge the inward eye that it may see Him.

Oh name forever sad! forever dear!Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear.

Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.

Not louder shrieks to pitying heav'n are cast,   When husbands, or when lapdogs breathe their last;   Or when rich China vessels fall'n from high,   In glitt'ring dust and painted fragments lie! 160

The saddest thing that befalls a soul is when it loses faith in god and woman.

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life.

And like a soprano shattering glass, Juliet heard something snap deep inside. It was the sound of her heart breaking.

When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.

Resignation is the courage of Christian sorrow.

En una columna me apoyo, y te sueño. Mi mejilla, en contacto con el frío mármol, hiela mi corazón. Gruesas lágrimas caen de mis ojos. Soy feliz, pero lloro.

Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.

Gone — flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

There is a courage of happiness as well as a courage of sorrow.

Our modern pessimists cannot see a tree, a flower, or a mountain, but straightway they drop into what I may call a falling sickness, and all the beauty of the woods, fields, and sky merely suggests to them a picturesque background for their own superior sighs and sorrows.

Life seems like a haunted wood, where we tremble and crouch and cry.

J'ai perdu ma force et ma vie, Et mes amis et ma gaieté; J'ai perdu jusqu'à la fierté Qui faisait croire à mon génie. Quand j'ai connu la Vérité, J'ai cru que c'était une amie ; Quand je l'ai comprise et sentie, J'en étais déjà dégoûté. Et pourtant elle est éternelle, Et ceux qui se sont passés d'elle Ici-bas ont tout ignoré. Dieu parle, il faut qu'on lui réponde. Le seul bien qui me reste au monde Est d'avoir quelquefois pleuré.

Pourquoi promenez-vous ces spectres de lumière Devant le rideau noir de nos nuits sans sommeil, Puisqu'il faut qu'ici-bas tout songe ait son réveil, Et puisque le désir se sent cloué sur terre, Comme un aigle blessé qui meurt dans la poussière, L'aile ouverte, et les yeux fixés sur le soleil ?

There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.

Laurette ! Laurette ! Ah ! je me sens plus lâche qu'une femme. Mon désespoir me tue ; il faut que je pleure. ( RAZETTA )

Tu mourus plein d'espoir dans ta route infinie, Et te souciant peu de laisser ici-bas Des larmes et du sang aux traces de tes pas. Plus vaste que le ciel et plus grand que la vie, Tu perdis ta beauté, ta gloire et ton génie Pour un être impossible, et qui n'existait pas.

Regardez moi ce petit corps maigre, ce lendemain d'orgie ambulant.

The heart from out the bosom Was never given in vain But bought with sighs aplenty And sold for endless rue And now I am two and twenty And oh tis true, tis true