Quotes About Sorrow

Stop it,' he whispered. Hid lidded eyes winced. His hands faltered up to cover his face. Dusty did not stop. 'If I'd known you-if I'd known you when you were alive, I think I would have loved you, too.' Dusty, please stop.' He could barely speak. I think I do love you.' Her voice had dropped to a whisper, because it was a truth like a silver sword. 'I think I do. I cry, too.

Sorrow will turn to stone unless you weep. I thought it would come before this. Weep it out.

And they laughed a little and were very friendly together, the three of them, Anna, Emanuele and Giustino; and they were pleased to be together, the three of them, thinking of all those who were dead, and of the long war and the sorrow and noise and confusion, and of the long, difficult life which they saw in front of them now, full of all the things they did not know how to do.

The Advent movement was born in failure rather than success, error rather than truth, darkness rather than light, and sorrow rather than joy.

Each death was like a hook through my skin, pulling me always backward to that moment. Already I felt the strain of those deaths, those visions, tearing at the fabric of who and where and when I was.

Few things are sadder than the truly monstrous.

He felt like an empty bottle that is being slowly filled with warm, dirty water.

Great Marine commanders, like all great warriors, are able to kill that which they love most -- their men.

She could no longer borrow from the future to ease her present grief.

She wanted—what some people want throughout life—a grief that should deeply touch her, and thus humanize and make her capable of sympathy.

It's lonely to say goodbye. Very lonely. Please. Cry with me. Maybe there's nothing we can do about this. But at least, for now...cry with me. Like your entire body...is screaming at the sky. Like it's raging against the world. I lost something. And I don't have a single guarantee. The fear of living in this world again after that...I have only a shred of hope to sustain me. So I want you at least...to cry. Cry. Cry with me. Like the day you were first born into this world.

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

To be left behind... or to leave behind. I wonder which hurts more.

I do want to be with him. Not being able to...breaks my heart. It breaks my heart.

My heart was breaking on my way home that day. I was crying ugly tears because I could feel it yet again...the feeling of something fading away. Fading away into 'memories.' And even if I don't forget the loneliness and sorrow that tore me apart...the memories themselves are fading, too. No matter how much I try to hold on...no matter how many times I swear it to myself...time moves on, and they begin to fade. It's cruel.

Give them back! Give my tears back, right now——with interest!!

It follows, then, that you and I cannot really expect to glide through life, coolly air-conditioned, while naively petitioning: "Lord, give me experience but not grief, a deeper appreciation of happiness but not deeper sorrow, joy in comfort but not in pain, more capacity to overcome but not more opposition; and please do not let me ever feel perplexed while on thine errand. Then let me come quickly and dwell with thee and fully share thy joy.

Only love can break your heart.

Je pleure et c'est encore dans un théâtre que je pleure. Mes pleurs sont entendus par une foule formée de spectateurs de moi-même, qui expie avec moi les liquides engendrés par la faiblesse [...]

Tout à coup je pensai à l'image vaine qui m'avait égaré si longtemps. « Sylvie, dis-je, arrêtons-nous ici, le voulez-vous ? » Je me jetai à ses pieds ; je confessai en pleurant à chaudes larmes mes irrésolutions, mes caprices ; j'évoquai le spectre funeste qui traversait ma vie. « Sauvez-moi ! ajoutai-je, je reviens à vous pour toujours. » Elle tourna vers moi ses regards attendris…

Undo it, take it back, make every day the previous one until I am returned to the day before the one that made you gone. Or set me on an airplane traveling west, crossing the date line again and again, losing this day, then that, until the day of loss still lies ahead, and you are here instead of sorrow.

Shutting his laptop screen, he said, "Two of our fellow fighters have achieved martyrdom.

although she doesn't know it yet here's Love and Death in the same breath

can see the way she's hoping so hard that this might be the time, this might be Help Coming. She's hoping and trying not to hope at the same time. And that's the saddest thing. Hope may or may not be a Thing with Feathers. But it's definitely a Thing with Claws.