Quotes About Sorrow

Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.

Grief is characterized much more by waves of feeling that lessen and reoccur, it's less like stages and more like different states of feeling.

The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life.

It's always a pity to lose or draw at the end of the game; it's always painful.

Please your eye and plague your heart.

My favorite poem ever was 'Annabel Lee' by Edgar Allan Poe.

We know there are poets who are chosen: by what or whom, we no more know than what lies beyond our final breath, or what caused a certain action which resulted in the fulfillment or the desecration and collapse of what we most cared for in life.

There is something very poignant about plastic bags. These lonely plastic bags that gradually disintegrate.

There are moments when the grief comes bubbling up. The first time I saw Chris's chair empty, that was really hard. And it was hard when I started folding up some of his sweaters that I so imagine him wearing.

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

Partying is such sweet sorrow.

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

Not in sorrow freely is never to open the bosom to the sweets of the sunshine.

We should feel sorrow, but not sink under its oppression.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.

The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

Grief is a normal and natural response to loss. It is originally an unlearned feeling process. Keeping grief inside increases your pain.

There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.

The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

Elle pleurait des mots qui se mélangeaient les uns aux autres.

why was I raised to follow the precepts of a religion that exalts sorrow and suffering? Yet my nose is as innocent as any snout. If I had been an animal I would have been very successful. But a man?