Quotes About Sorrow

Descubre que es posible llorar todo el día y toda la noche. Que hay muchas formas de llorar: lágrimas que se derraman de repente, gemidos hondos y desgarrados, el interminable goteo silencioso de agua de los ojos.

Judith is whimpering, Susanna clutching her hand, so Agnes misses the moment, she misses seeing her son, the shroud see sewed for him, disappearing from view, entering the dark black river-sodden earth. It was there one moment, then she dipped her head to look at Judith and then it was gone. Never to be seen again.

Karen Blixen wrote, in her Seven Gothic Tales, 'I know a cure for everything: salt water . . . in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.

You said.' Esme shuts her eyes, screws them up tight, bowing her head. 'You promised,' she says, almost inaudibly and, with her hands, she is crushing the material of her dress.

am dead: Thou livest; …draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story —Hamlet, Act V, scene ii

I am dead: Thou livest; …draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story —Hamlet, Act V, scene ii

September 11 Never a trial that He is not there. Never a burden that He does not bear. Never a sorrow that He does not share. Moment by moment I'm under His care. —D.W.Whittle

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.

And in your absence, I cried like I never did before I cried with all senses I cried as if I'm raining As if I'm melting all at once.

How do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache as mine does?

we are seized by the urge to weep For one who died for nothing.

Only against death does man cry out in vain.

Ah, guilt and sorrow had dogged Juan's footsteps too, for he was not a Catholic who could rise refreshed from the cold bath of confession. Yet the banality stood: that the past was irrevocably past. And conscience had been given man to regret it only in so far as that might change the future. For man, every man, Juan seemed to be telling him, even as Mexico, must ceaselessly struggle upward. What was life but a warfare and a stranger's sojourn?

I miss him. With every breath and every heartbeat, I miss him.

I just stopped living with grief and instead let grief live with me.

Though the modern world may know a million secrets, the ancient world knew one - and that was greater than the million; for the million secrets breed death, disaster, sorrow, selfishness, lust, and avarice, but the one secret confers life, light, and truth.

Desencanto Eu faço versos como quem chora De desalento... de desencanto... Fecha o meu livro, se por agora Não tens motivo nenhum de pranto. Meu verso é sangue. Volúpia ardente... Tristeza esparsa... remorso vão... Dói-me nas veias. Amargo e quente, Cai, gota a gota, do coração. E nestes versos de angústia rouca Assim dos lábios a vida corre, Deixando um acre sabor na boca. - Eu faço versos como quem morre.

Eu faço versos como quem morre.

Me sentí liviana de toda pena. Fue como si la angustia que me torturaba hubiera andado tanteando en mí hasta escaparse por el camino de las lágrimas.

In a word, everything [15]was sadness and bitterness. And still peace, always peace, reigned at the bottom of the chalice.

Les larmes entraînent les chagrins loin de la peine.

Such is the life of a man. Moments of joy, obliterated by unforgettable sorrow.

The only paradise is paradise lost.

The thirst for something other than what we have…to bring something new, even if it is worse, some emotion, some sorrow; when our sensibility, which happiness has silenced like an idle harp, wants to resonate under some hand, even a rough one, and even if it might be broken by it.