Quotes About Sorrow

What was it like to be in love – and then to have that love taken away? Was it like losing a TARDIS? Was it like losing a friend?

He looked so small and wounded in his bright jacket that I opened my arms and pulled him in. He wrapped his hands around my hips, leaned his forehead on my breastbone and wept. He smelled of woodsmoke and tea.

Sunshine and musk and dusty violets, but so faint. I breathed again: her skin, and her hair, oh dear god her hair…Tears ran down my face, my neck, dripped on my hands onto her shirt. All I had left of her. So faint. So very faint.

I sipped, and the hot liquor eased the pain in the center of my chest, warmed the unfallen tears, made me long to bury my face in a woman's hair. In Julia's hair.

Who would have me? The Crow took everything. For his church, he said." He looked about the rough empty space. "The king smiled and watched.

Her smile was the kind of smile Hild had imagined on the water sprite's face as she pulled her down and drowned her.

Es genügt, daß die Schönheit unseren Überdruß streift, damit unser Herz wie Seide zwischen den Händen des Lebens zerreißt.

And so I leave this world, where the heart must either break or turn to lead.

Vengeance is a lazy form of grief.

Don't go." "I have to." A regretful sigh. "And it's best if you don't remember any mermen." He tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear. His voice stroked her skin like velvet. "Forget me." And she did.

What was more brutal than loss of hope?

Countless as the sands of the sea are human passions.

Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.

Everywhere, despite all the sorrows from which our lives are woven, there will flash a glittering dream of joy, just like a brilliant carriage with gold trappings, fairytale steeds, sparkling windows which suddenly appears from nowhere and flashes past some wretched backwater village, which has never seen anything other than farm carts, and for a long time after the peasants remain standing, mouths agape and caps still doffed, although the wondrous carriage has long since passed from view

The "laughter through tears of sorrow" that Pushkin noted elsewhere in his work is precisely laughter. The images it produces are too deeply ambiguous to bear any social message.

How strangely are things compounded! In a trice may joy turn to sorrow, should one halt long enough over it: in a trice only God can say what ideas may strike one.

Entre las penas con que nuestra vida está tejida, luce siempre un chispazo de alegría.

Nel mio paese, la vodka non porta alcuna gioia. Porta abbruttimento, rimorso, depressione. Distrugge ogni cosa.

If I'd been right enough in the head to track time, I could tell you the date I returned home to find Finbarr, sitting on the curb in front of our building, a satchel at his feet. It was the only time in my life where my heart didn't leap at the sight of him. There was nothing I could do but break his heart once by telling him about Genevieve, and twice by sending him away.

decided to take himself away, as if not seeing something spared you from its sorrow.

as if not seeing something spared you from its sorrow.

When you lose someone, you get used to living day to day without them. But you'll never get used to the 10 second heartbreak." That's the time it takes to wake to full consciousness each day and remember…

The very desire to live is the messenger of death, as the longing to be happy is the outline of sorrow. The world is an ocean of pain and fear, anxiety and despair. Pleasures are like the fishes, few and swift, coming rarely, quickly gone.

I was afraid of becoming used to the sorrow that had grown like a gnarled tree inside me.