Quotes About Sorrow

She'd surrendered son and brother here, her home-hall become a brutal battlefield. Innocent of crime, yet cursed, captured, speared, worse. Hoc's daughter was savaged by sorrow, grief-gutted. Who wouldn't weep, as dawn drove feud-daggers deeper, the sun scoring her son's wounds, day breaking upon her dearest dead? They'd been her heart, her happiness, her hopes. War had wrung them ragged, dragged them to death across a court of sword-crossed kin.

I can't imagine a universe in which i try to unlove her

Why did You bid me drown the letter? I have lost something that he touched, and the destruction of it has gained You nothing, for now I no longer read the words, I hear them, as if he implored me face to face. Speak to me, Jacob, do not play the tyrant. Speak to me.

I wondered how many times I would be told 'Be joyous' before I died. Can a man arrange the sorrows and joys of his life to the Christian calendar?

Nenhum alívio há para o meu mal, e se me lembro das minhas alegrias maior é ainda o meu desespero.

mért engem választottál ki arra, hogy boldogtalanná tégy?

The world's an orphans' home. Shallwe never have peace without sorrow?without pleas of the dying forhelp that won't come. Oquiet form upon the dust, I cannotlook and yet I must.

The world's an orphan's home. Shall we never have peace without sorrow? without pleas of the dying for help that won't come? O quiet form upon the dust, I cannot look and yet I must. If these great patient dyings - all these agonies and wound bearings and bloodshed- can teach us how to live, these dyings were not wasted.

Annie had wondered then if it was true, if the most important things in people's lives were also the most sorrowful, if saying good-bye altered a person in ways that saying 'I love you' could not.

But coming to terms with one's sorrow is one thing; sharing it with strangers is quite another.

Does one love a statue?" she demanded. "Shall I caress a picture? Shall I rain tears or kisses over the mere semblance of a life that does not live, shall I fondle hands that never return my clasp? Love! Love is in my heart -yes! like a shut-up fire in a tomb,but you hold the key, and the flame dies for want of air.

The first time she saw Jag Silvertree she was watering the garden, and her clematis got soaked as she dreamt of melting into his face. The second time she saw Jag she knew she would never feel his angular jaw against her thighs. For Jag Silvertree carried around with him a hurt that she figured would stand out in a field of wounded soldiers.

In a great gasp, puts her head in her hands again and cries as if her throat were a cave, as if the howling winds came from her belly, she cries like a storm that will never end.

Before I die I hope everything happens to me. I want to feel rotten and bawl, and then I want to feel good and laugh.

To be afraid of sorrow is to be afraid of joy also.

Onions can make even Heirs and Widows weep.

When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… "Why did I ever wake up!" he cried.

Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.

Great sorrow or great joy should bring intense hunger--not abstinence from food, as our novelists will have it.

Many a one has been comforted in their sorrow by seeing a good dish come upon the table.

Lord help my poor soul.

Forgiveness has its comforts, but it can never give you back what you've lost.

And he who has dwelt with his heart alone, Hears all the music in friendship's tone. So better and better I comprehend How sorrow ever would be our friend.

There is no fire like passion No crime like hatred, No sorrow like separation, No sickness like hunger, And no joy like the joy of freedom.