Quotes About Sorrow

Ideas are substitutes for sorrows; when the latter change into ideas they lose part of their noxious action on our hearts and even at the first instant their very transformation disengages a feeling of joy. Substitutes only in the order of time, however, for it would seem that the first element is idea and that sorrow is only the mode in which certain ideas first enter us.

an icy shudder convulsed his body and he burst into sobs. He did not wish to know why, but dried his eyes, saying with a smile: "This is delightful; I'm becoming neurasthenic.

since my sorrow was directed not at what Albertine had been for me but at what my heart, desiring to participate in the more general emotions of love, had come to persuade me that she was; then I realized that this life which had so bored me—or at least so I thought—had, on the contrary, been delicious;

brž ko ljubiš, nimaš nikogar ve? rad

That hateful staircase, up which I always passed with such dismay, gave out a smell of varnish which had to some extent absorbed, made definite and fixed the special quality of sorrow that I felt each evening, and made it perhaps even more cruel to my sensibility because, when it assumed this olfactory guise, my intellect was powerless to resist it.

Indeed it seemed to me, in the moments when I suffered the least, that I almost benefited from her death, for a woman is all the more useful in our lives if she is an agent of sorrow rather than an element of happiness, and there is not a single woman whose possession is as precious as the truths which she enables us to discover by making us suffer.

And the more completely our desires have been realized and the longer the happiness has been prolonged, against the laws of nature, and has been consecrated by habit, the stronger the sorrow, the more impossible to bear. In another sense too, the two tendencies, in this case the one which made me want my letter to be sent and, when I thought that it had been, to regret this, are both true in their way.

The only true paradise is a paradise lost

Umutsuzlu?a kap?lmak için, art?k ancak bedbaht olabilecek bu hayata ba?l? olmam?z gerekir.

The difference in the making of these sorts of sorrows is that they come from the outside world and take the shortest and most painful route to the heart. The image of the woman we love, though we think it has a pristine authenticity, has actually been often made and remade by us. And the memory that wounds is not contemporaneous with the restored image; it dates from a very different time; it is one of the few witnesses to a monstrous past.

Regret, like desire, seeks satisfaction and not self-analysis: in the beginning of love, our time is spent not in finding out what love is made of, but in trying to make sure we can see each other tomorrow; and at the end of love, we do not try to ascertain the nature of our sorrow, but only to voice it in what we hope is its tenderest form to her who is the cause of it.

Qué es lo que te atrae de ese mundo? Que es real, le contesté, que está vivo y agregué con cierta tristeza que no pude disimular, y supongo que lo vivo duele.

Nuestros amores fueron como los misterios del rosario: gloriosos, gozosos, y cómo no, dolorosos.

Cuando llora el corazón sólo Dios escucha, el dolor se eleva desde el alma. Corta el silencio una pequeña oración. Una lágrima en mis ojos, el corazón llora en silencio. Y cuando el corazón está en silencio, el alma grita Dios mío, ahora estoy completamente solo Hazme fuerte... para que ya no tema. Es grande el dolor y no hay hacia donde correr. Ya no me queda fuerza. Cuando llora el corazón, el tiempo se detiene. SAMUEL ALBAZ

There never was a story that was happy through and through

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

Sometimes we need to give space for grief in order to make room for joy. No one is immune to sorrow, and only those who learn to grieve well can recapture the healing it brings. Just as light needs darkness, so joy needs grief.

I was ever the realist, sometimes to my sorrow. But seldom to my regret.

Kako žalosten je lov na poražene živali.

Qui è sepolta mezza Sarajevo. Le date di nascita cambiano, quelle di morte si ripetono. Era come un sacco nero, il destino. La morte fece un raccolto straordinario, in quei tre anni. La morte è solitudine e loro furono privati anche di quella privatezza, costretti a crepare a grappoli come insetti. Essere derubati della vita sembrava quasi accettabile, alla fine, ma il furto della morte è un'altra storia... finire alla rinfusa, mischiati come panni sporchi, come frutta marcia.

Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.

Motherhood brings as much joy as ever, but it still brings boredom, exhaustion, and sorrow too. Nothing else ever will make you as happy or as sad, as proud or as tired, for nothing is quite as hard as helping a person develop his own individuality especially while you struggle to keep your own.

If There Be Sorrow If there be sorrow let it be for things undone undreamed unrealized unattained to these add one: Love withheld ... restrained

Death is the Santa Claus of the adult world. Except Santa Claus in reverse. The guy who takes all the presents away.