Quotes About Sorrow

Yoseb grew quiet, wanting what he saw in front of him not to be true. "Isak-ah, why did I bring you to this hell? I was so lonesome for you. I was wrong, you know, to bring you

here, and now I'm punished for my selfishness." Yoseb rested his blade in the basin. "I will not be all right if you die. Do you understand? You cannot die, my boy. Isak-ah, please don't die. How can I go on? What will I tell our parents?

If I sound bitter, that's because I'm still a little bitter.

And so our reunion was like countless others: the tear of joy were mixed with tears of sorrows, the laughing merging with the weeping. For every one of us who rejoiced at finding a loved one alive, there was someone else who mourned the dead. And those who had survived often had taken the place of someone more worthy who had die.

Aquest ponent exhibeix una impúdica proclivitat a l'èmfasi, com si no estigués condemnat, com tots, a caure en un oblit indestriable i trist.

Mystics seem to have no shame about contradicting themselves left and right. They blithely proclaim that the cure for pain is in the pain itself and that the cry of longing is the sigh of merging. That's because the path of the mystic reconciles contradictory propositions (such as harrowing sorrow and radical amazement) and blesses us with an extended capacity to sit with ambiguity, to treasure vulnerability, to celebrate paradox as the highest truth.

Letting your heart break open all over again when you remember the unbearable beauty of the Beloved's in visible face.

I steeled myself against laughter; I would rather die than laugh. I didn't laugh, I did not laugh. But I died, I did die.

I was actually writhing in heartache, as if I were a single muscle whose purpose was to mourn.

I could see it so clearly, the zygote- shiny and bulbous, filled with the electric memory of being two but now damned with the eternal loneliness of being just one. The sorrow that never goes away.

amorul nostru nemuritor s-a dus dracului"...

He who grieved goes out in joy.

All happiness has vanished

Lo, all beasts, their hearts weep.

Lo, [scribes] are slain, Their writings stolen, Woe is me for the grief of this time!

Sadness is what holds our bones in place.

La Beauté c'est la Mort.

I don't deserve this life?I'm better of dead, I'm sorry.

In their Connecticut home, Lee and Eunice Hanson watched the televised explosion of the plane carrying their son, Peter, daughter-in-law, Sue Kim, and granddaughter, Christine. The strike into the South Tower ended the Airfone call between Peter and Lee. Later, Eunice realized: "We heard his first cries and his last cries." They endured the unspeakable, and yet they endured.

Wataru would never cry again. He turned to stone—a little stone in the shape of a boy.

The sacrifice which causes sorrow to the doer of the sacrifice is no sacrifice. Real sacrifice lightens the mind of the doer and gives him a sense of peace and joy. The Buddha gave up the pleasures of life because they had become painful to him.

Sorrow, even when tempered by sweat and toil into a whisper weight of gold, is still sorrow. Worthless to us both in the end, Má.

Loneliness is the most terrible poverty.

The worst things: To be in bed and sleep not, To want for one who comes not, To try to please and please not.