Quotes About Sorrow

Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.

Now the end has come, and I am filled with sorrow that our ways must part: the path I would rather take is the one that leads to life.

Fly down, Death: Call me:I have become a lost name.

Every birth is followed by death, just as every pleasure is also followed by pain.

How we wish we could breathe forever. But death, the destroyer of pleasure is waiting to take it away from us. Maybe death is the price of life. Isn't death painful because life is always beautiful?

The loss of our loved one is always terrifying, but there is nothing we can do when all remedies fail.

The smile fades where love ends.

when we share our sorrow, our sorrow is halved, and when we share our joy, our joy is doubled.

I am convinced that when we bring our griefs and sorrows within the story of God's own grief and sorrow, and allow them to be held there, God is able to bring healing to us ans new possibilities to our lives. That is, of course, what Good Friday and Easter are all about

Taking a sip of the hot chocolate he'd made her, she met his gaze, those eerie eyes of endless black impenetrable, unreadable. "Max?" "Yes?" "Will you remember me?" His heart broke into a thousand pieces. "Always.

I wish I'd been born in another time, another place. Then maybe I could've escaped fate… maybe I could've been your darling.

If that happens to us," she whispered, unable to wrap her mind around the idea of a life so long and so full of tragedy, "if we feel ourselves, who we are together, becoming lost in time, I don't want to Sleep. I want to say good-bye when I'm still me and you're still you.

There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.

I will always be your father . . . and I wish to God I wasn't.

I don't want any more murdered women in my family, Raphael." It came out a painful rasp. "I've had enough.

the E designation. We heal the mind and the heart. Sorrow, fear, pain, we help people navigate their way out of darkness.

Those who saw mortals as weak and without courage had never spoken to one who'd experienced loss such as this, a loss rare among angelkind.

Last night, she had died.

The song he sang was about a sparrow with a broken wing, and it fucking tore Abe's heart right out of his chest, left it bleeding on the floor.

Skin chilling, she realized he had no more in him.

Has hecho un agujero en mi corazón y me causa dolor cuando no estás allí para llenarlo.

No wonder Mama went away in her head when Clover passed on. And then Papa. I am going to visit my Mama tomorrow and tell her I am sorry for everything I ever did that caused her sorrow or worry, and for ever wishing, during those days, that she would come back. She probably wanted to stay there. It's a wonder she came back at all. If I knew how to make myself go away in my head, I declare I would.

A week later, I walked to Gwyneth's house. She and Dorothy and I shared tea and we wept for Jacob. We talked. We smiled a little. Then I left and waited for Cullah, and thought what a great emptiness was left by Jacob's passing. At last, I sat at the front door, on the chair where Patience had died. I held my hands folded at my heart, and ached for all who had passed from my world

But I also know that to ignore joy while it lasts, in favor of lamenting one's fate, is a great crime.