Quotes About Sorrow

Grief is terror, in its most undiluted form.

Tears were a kind of language and I felt all language was far away from me. I was beneath tears. Tears were what you shed in purgatory. By the time you were in hell it was too late.

Life is pain," he said, sadly. "But it's also magic, Papa.

Grief is a bastard.

The power of all the regrets simultaneously emanating from the book was becoming agony. The weight of guilt and remorse and sorrow too strong. She leaned back on her elbows, dropped the heavy book and squeezed her eyes shut. She could hardly breathe, as if invisible hands were around her neck.

I make life worse for people. I have nothing to give. I'm sorry.

Fate gave, what Chance shall not control,His sad lucidity of soul.

Humor and paradox are often the only ways to respond to life's sorrow with grace.

The gospel dispensation is not properly a dispensation of fear, sorrow, and dread, but of peace and joy. Terror and astonishment may well attend mount Sinai, but exultation and joy mount Zion, where appears the eternal Word, the eternal life, manifested in our flesh.

Note, Our sorrow upon any account is sinful and inordinate when it diverts us from our duty to God and embitters our comfort in him

Many mourn for their sins that do not truly repent of them, weep bitterly for them, and yet continue in love and league with them.

Así que un hombre puede llorar por el pecado, y sin embargo ser sólo un casi cristiano. Puede entristecerle pensar en la muerte que trae el pecado, pero no le entristece que el pecado lo contamina y lo pervierte.

El corazón le pesaba dentro del pecho y ni siquiera notaba cómo la cera goteaba en su mano.

When we lose someone we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

He is wise who at last sees in suffering only the light that it sheds on his soul; and whose eyes never rest on the shadow it casts upon those who have sent it towards him. And wiser still is the man to whom sorrow and joy not only bring increase of consciousness, but also the knowledge that something exists superior to consciousness even. To have reached this point is to reach the summit of inward life, whence at last we look down on the flames whose light has helped our ascent.

We suffer but little from suffering itself; but from the manner wherein we accept it overwhelming sorrow may spring. We are wrong in believing that it comes from without. For indeed we create it within us, out of our very substance.

since the days of the great martyrs, that woman was ready with the same gift of self, the same patience, the same sacrifices, the same greatness of soul and was about—less perhaps in blood than in tears, for it is always on her that sorrow ends by falling—to prove herself the rival and the peer of man.

No Christian grows spiritually beyond his need to acknowledge and abandon sin with a broken heart and godly sorrow.

Je regarde à travers mes pleurs. Ici la mort a pour voisine la croissance des palmiers nains : Ton corbillard, ô ma Delphine ! n'est qu'un oiseau des boulingrins. Quand je fus fatigué de larmes, las des voyages et malheurs, un coin de violettes de Parme avança le pied du Seigneur.

In time I came to understand that out of the misery and murk of their lives the Russian people had learned to make sorrow a diversion, to play with it like a child's toy; seldom are they diffident about showing their happiness. And so, through their tedious weekdays, they made a carnival of grief; a fire is entertainment; and on a vacant face a bruise becomes an adornment.

Krijemo ljubav, tako je i ugušimo. Šteta.

Možda bi trebalo da ih mrzim ali ne mogu. Ja nemam dva srca jedno za mržnju drugo za ljubav. Ovo što imam sad zna samo za tugu. Moja molitva i moja pokora moj život i moja smrt sve to pripada Bogu stvoritelju svijeta. Ali moja žalost pripada meni.

She reaches out her hand, plucks the boy's beating heart, and, weeping, eats it.

It will hurt. Because deep down, I'll know there was someone.. someone I was supposed to have met. Only I'll never meet him. I'll go through my whole life waiting for him to come along, only he never will. What kind of life is that?