Quotes About Sorrow

It might cause considerable surprise to the informed observer (who does not exist) to note that Mr B's eyes begin to fill with tears. They overflow and spill down along the deep soft creases of his careworn face as he sits very still in the centre of the unstill world and weeps rivers of salty water for all the lost souls, including his own.

how many of the phrases that came to mind when thinking about his own life, were somehow sea-related. Her interest had ebbed. They were both drowning in their sorrow. He had sunk lower than ever before. The vocabulary of the ocean seemed tailored to loss.

Without company, misery turns to sorrow, and sorrow turns inward, curling up in some dark, damp corner.

But the loss of possibilities was always undeniably painful.

She wasn't just a B-girl, she was carrying the whole ugly world in her eyes.

All these years later, the story of their parents' end, passed down like lore, still seemed unbearably romantic to their students—less so to Marie, who, after sobbing violently next to her sister, Dara, through the funeral, insisted, I never saw them hold hands once.

One must have sorrow to truly appreciate joy.

Good things, by their nature, are fleeting. It's those that bring us grief that linger.

I closed my eyes against the sudden sorrow that someone I knew so well should be someone who consistently brought me so much grief.

Sunny could think of lots of reasons about why the angel was crying, but the one that felt the best to her was that the angel wept so Sunny didn't have to.

Haunt me," he whispered. "Make me crazy for the rest of my life. But please, Effie. Don't leave me. Just let me love you.

In the five years it took me to come to my conclusion, I endured intense anxiety, self-doubt, sorrow, and a great deal of ambivalence about my future.

Happiness in nature is a double happiness; sorrow in nature is a half sorrow!

He who laughs and loves is always rich; he who sulks and hates is always poor!

No flower is happy in a vase, because vase is nothing but an ornate coffin for the flower.

Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us.

I am going to hell. Not passing go. Just straight to hell.

But she stepped forward and placed a finger to his lips and there it was before him. The greatest prayer to the gods he could muster with a heart so broken. Don't let me outlive this woman. Don't let me exist one moment without her.

Everything hurts, every single thing including the weight of him and I'm crying because it hurts and he's telling me he's sorry over and over again, and I figure somewhere down the track we'll work out the right way of doing this but I don't want to let go, because tonight I'm not looking for anything more than being a part of him. Because being a part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.

I wasn't there that day to get on the three forty-seven to Yass", he says. "I was there to throw myself in front of it.

For reasons he couldn't understand a sadness came over him and it was then he saw the girl standing on the other side of the dirt road, her eyes pools of absolute sorrow, her light brown hair glowing in the splinters of sunlight that forced their way through the trees.

Phaedra of Alonso's death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.

Does she belong to you, Finnikin?" Yata asked, her eyes piercing. "No," he said after a moment. "But she belongs to my heart. I feel her absence strongly and it brings me . . . sorrow.

But it was Finnikin he tried not to look at, except her heard something come from him that sound like some wild animal and then Finnikin said her name and as long as Froi was alive he had never heard a word said with such pain and he knew he never would again.