Quotes About Sorrow

It had never truly been anger, only fear and sorrow.

Aquiles solloza. Me acuna, no come ni pronuncia otra palabra que no sea mi nombre. Contemplo su rostro como si lo viera a través del agua, igual que un pez observa el sol. Vierte una catarata de lágrimas, pero yo no puedo enjugárselas. Este es mi elemento ahora: la media vida de un espíritu insepulto.

the never-ending ache of love and sorrow. perhaps in some other life i could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, made him face his choice alone. but not in this one. he would sail to troy and i would follow, even into death.

I lay on the dirt, weeping. Those flowers had made him his true being, which was blue, and finned, and not mine. I thought I would die of such pain, which was not like the sinking numbness Aeëtes had left behind, but sharp and fierce as a blade through my chest. But of course I could not die.

Mi exilio podría aplacar la ira de los vivos, pero no la de los difuntos.

not when I stood in his blood.

then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S. 'Go,' she says. 'He waits for you.

A trumpet blows outside. Her hand goes to her cheek, swipes away tears. "Go," she whispers. "Please.

There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles," Chiron said. "And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?" "Perhaps," Achilles admitted. I listened and did not speak. Achilles' eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness

If he had looked at me then, I would have broken. I would have begun to weep and never stopped.

Es correcto buscar la paz para los muertos. Tú y yo sabemos bien que no la hay para quienes sobreviven.

Every moment felt like a drop of my blood lost.

I waited. I still hoped Glaucos would think of me. I would have married him in a moment. But I found myself hoping for another thing too, which I would not have believed the day before: that he would weep all the salt in his veins for Scylla's return, holding fast to her as his one, true love.

Me tendí de espaldas e intenté no pensar en el paso de los minutos. En el día de ayer los teníamos en abundancia y ahora cada uno era como una gota de sangre perdida.

Almost, I can imagine that this is my life, held in the sweet circle of her arms. I would marry her, and we would have a child. Perhaps if I had never known Achilles.

Aucune loi n'oblige les dieux à être justes, Achille, reprit Chiron. Et après tout, peut-être que l'ultime chagrin consiste à se retrouver seul sur terre une fois que l'autre est parti.

I grieved for him, my hands empty and idle, plucking the air like birds peck at dry earth.

Mi tiene così stretto che riesco a sentire il debole battito del suo petto, come le ali di una falena. Un'eco, l' ultimo brandello di spirito ancora imbrigliato al mio corpo. Un tormento.

Adesso ogni minuto era una goccia di sangue e amore che andava persa.

There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles," Chiron said. "And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?" "Perhaps," Achilles admitted.

I think; This is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it. I think: How long do we have?

La pena creció en mi interior hasta que estuvo a punto de ahogarme. «Su muerte». Solo de pensarlo me sentía morir, caía en picado a través de un cielo absolutamente negro.

I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul. I could not see it. That knowledge brought its own sort of pain. But perhaps that is how it was meant to be.

ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed,