Quotes About Sorrow

Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it's hit me when it comes to you

My heart is drenched in wine. You'll be on my mind. Forever

suddenly enlightenment, blinding and dazing as the light which smote Saul on the road to Damascus, burst upon her. Negation and disbelief would never cure the sickness of this world. You could never defeat evil by retreating from it. It must be faced and fought and overcome. Action, not futile sorrow, was what was needed.

Qué es lo que nos retiene aún aquí? Los amados descansan hace tiempo. En su tumba termina nuestra vida; miedo y dolor invaden nuestra alma. Ya no tenemos nada que buscar –harto está el corazón–, vacío el mundo.

I'm sorry, is what she means to say. Sorry, sweetheart, about the elephants. About the sea turtles with their heads lopped off, and the friendly, machine-gunned whales. About the owls, my love, and the antelope. About the drowning bears...

A bugler sounded the Last Post. Heartbreak made audible.

Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.

Biz çocuk kalm?? bir milletiz. Çünkü her ?eye çocuk gibi sevinir, çocuk gibi üzülürüz her ?eye.

Terry was beside himself. Not literally. This story would be that much more painful if there were two Terrys, able to stand next to each other and simultaneously curse Leven.

Grief was grief, she thought. It was pain and loss and despair—an abrupt end where there should have been a continuing.

Grief hit like that. Something would remind us of the past, of home, of a person, and then we would remember that it was all gone. The person was dead or probably dead. Everything we'd known and treasured was gone.

Sooner or later all mankind will realize that the greatest cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrow and crimes of humanity rests solely in acts of love. Love is the greatest gift from God. It is the divine spark that everywhere produces and restores life. To each and every one of us, love gives us the power to work miracles with your own life and those we touch.

I still look back with pleasure on the first scenes of my life, though that pleasure has been for the most part mingled with sorrow.

Every time you wish the sky was something happening to your heart, you lose twice.

We were sorry for them, for such deaths were really horrible; yet we envied them, too. They had found the courage to reject a life which no longer merited the name.

Anger always leaves a large void behind it, into which a flood of sorrow pours instantly, and keeps on flowing like a great river, without beginning or end.

I realized that sorrow is an important word for defining the world. It lies at the foundation of everything, it is the fifth element, the quintessence.

Every Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born Every Morn & every Night Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are born to Endless Night.

I realized that sorrow is an important word for defining the world. It lies at the foundations of everything, it is the fifth element, the quintessence.

As I gazed at the black-and-white landscape of the Plateau, I realized that sorrow is an important word for defining the world. It lies at the foundations of everything, it is the fifth element, the quintessence.

The only art her guilt to cover,To hide her shame from every eye,To give repentance to her lover,And wring his bosom, is—to die.

The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.

Premature consolation is but the remembrancer of sorrow.