Quotes About Sorrow

I love you," I cried, even as I choked on water. If there were to be last words he heard from me, I wanted it to be those. And then I felt us sliding, tumbling, the world turning upside down, and I lost sight of him, lost sight of everything,

His death only gave me an ending -- it didn't give back what had been taken

Seeing Malich dead was suddenly a very small victory. The satisfaction trickled away, like his blood across the floor. His death only gave me an ending-it didn´t give back what had been taken.

Loss flooded my throat. It had gripped me today with a fresh, cruel hand, reaching into my heart, tugging, reminding me of what I had lost... My mother's absence hit me in a new, bitter way, because sometimes you can't begin to know everything you've lost until someone shows you what you might have had.

The past is all forgiven long ago, dear Ringwood," said his sister earnestly; "it would be ill for brother and sister if the love between them could not outlive old injuries, and be the brighter and the truer for old sorrows.

Birds cough out their lungs, fly with regret to places where their feet no longer freeze in ice. Birds start falling. Bees lie dying.

We weep for what we may never lose

I love you," he gasped. "For always." "And I love you," she whispered as tears filled her eyes. He rolled on his side and drew her close, his arms sheltering against the storm that pounded on London. The sky itself wept because they loved each other, and it wasn't enough. As

Don't need a knife or gun or poison to break a man's heart.

I've said it's hard. Here's how hard: everybody I know who wades deep enough into memory's waters drowns a little.

it happened yesterday. I still couldn't believe I had actually took somebody's life, especially since death had caused me so much grief. I'd lost my first wife, Maggie, and our twenty-one-year-old-son, Claude, on the same day a little over a year ago.

The Uses Of Sorrow (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.

All tragedies deal with fated meetings; how else could there be a play? Fate deals its stroke; sorrow is purged, or turned to rejoicing; there is death, or triumph; there has been a meeting, and a change. No one will ever make a tragedy-and that is as well, for one could not bear it-whose grief is that the principals never met.

It is a grief to see a hero go down to the house of Hades. It is bitter to lose a friend to evil, before one loses him to death.

Then the pain of loss leaped out on me, like a knife in the night when one has been on one's guard all day.

But sometimes his face would change, as if sorrow touched his shoulder, saying, "Had you forgotten me?

For years the tears fell without touching the ground. On this night they hit the floor.

Time is a great restorer, and changes surely the greatest sorrow into a pleasing memory.

O Lord my God, I have trusted in thee;O Jesu my dearest one, now set me free.In prison's oppression, in sorrow's obsession,I weary for thee.With sighing and crying bowed down as dying,I adore thee, I implore thee, set me free!

Our very sorrow and fear will be our joy and hope; our very stumblings our strength, and dimness our light, while stumbling or in darkness we feel after Him who is our Stay, our Light, our Joy. EDWARD B. PUSEY *******

What still doth waste, and wasting as this light, Are my sad days unto eternal night.

I missed him so much that it felt like a physical pain in the area below my ribs. I opened my mouth to accommodate it. I put my hand to it. A hollow, aching, piercing place.

I was gone too long. He let me go. All that remains is this overwhelming, nearly tactile cloud of resentment. Too much was required of him, and he has nothing left.

The vibrations created by irritation are equivalent to those of mercury, by anger to those of lead, and by sadness and sorrow to those of aluminum. In the same way, uncertainty is related to cadmium, despair to steel, and stress to zinc.