Quotes About Sorrow

Regarde, c'est la mort, mon amour.

Cuando muere lo más puro Cualquier gozo se invalida Queda el pecho como hueco, Y hay sombras por donde mires.

Iar razbunarea e aceasta: intrucat noi l-am ucis pe el, el asa mort cum este ne-a luat lumina si cu ochii inchisi i-a inchis pe-ai nostri, care nu mai stralucesc deasupra pamantului.

The sun weeps because it can no longer caress your skin or warm your lips." He sifted his fingers through my hair. "I do not envy the sun, Eva. But I truly hate the moon, because its light touches you in all the ways I cannot.

Nefertiti!" I shouted. "Meritaten!" How could they both be gone? Where could they be? I rounded the corner to the window of Appearences, then opened the door. The blood had already spread across the tiles. "Nefertiti!" I screamed, and my voice echoed through the palace.

in silence we all shared the same sorrow and memories.

Un disparo rasgó el aire y como plátano desgajado del racimo se desplomó un hombre.

There is a strange charm in the thoughts of a good legacy, or the hopes of an estate, which wondrously removes or at least alleviates the sorrow that men would otherwise feel for the death of friends.

There is a strange charm in the thoughts of a good legacy, or the hopes of an estate, which wondrously alleviates the sorrow that men would otherwise feel for the death of friends.

'Twill grieve me so to the heart that I shall cry my eyes out.

Naturalmente; hay lágrimas que refrescan y desahogan y lágrimas que encienden y sofocan más.

Hay lágrimas que refrescan y desahogan y lágrimas que encienden y sofocan más.

Lay ley es siempre triste, don Augusto

Morir no es malo para el que muere, pensé; es tremendo para el que queda navegando por la estela que el otro trazó, desbrozando, soportando una vida larga, fofa, despojada del menor aliciente...

Mas afinal, o que se leva da vida, senão os remorsos? Remorsos do que poderia ter sido e não foi, e do que se perdeu depois de ter sido. Remorsos do que devia ter sido dito e feito, e não o foi a tempo, ou do que foi demasiadamente dito e feito. Remorsos destes eternos desencontros, desta sensação de que nada existe no seu tempo certo, de chegar sempre tarde ou partir cedo demais.

Marita stapana, vorbi el cu voce moale, nefericirea nu ti-a adus-o purtarea Imparatului,ci iubirea mea.

Sometimes I really feel sorry for Mel - Her life would've been so much better if she'd fallen in love with someone normal. Instead she fell in love with me and had been paying for the mistake ever since.

Money, the root of all evil...but the cure for all sadness.

Once upon a time there was a lady. She had no children, and no happiness either. And at first she cried for a long time, but then she became wicked...

I try not to cry, because it doesn't seem to make any difference. And whenever I do, I shut my eyes to make it stop.

He could never replace her. And he felt he had done her a great injustice by not having told her this.

she knew what it was like to lose your children—it was like you were cursed and nothing would ever restore the desolation of your life.

Anguish had deepened the lines along her mother's mouth like a frown setting in for good.

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