Quotes About Sorrow

Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

Freddie experienced the sort of abysmal soul-sadness which afflicts one of Tolstoy's Russian peasants when, after putting in a heavy day's work strangling his father, beating his wife, and dropping the baby into the city's reservoir, he turns to the cupboards, only to find the vodka bottle empty.

It was not the sorrow of the world that broke the heart of Christ, but its wickedness. He was equal to its sorrow ... He began by being the world's healer. But what broke him was its sin.

Treacherousgenerals:look at my dead house,look at broken Spain.

there are so many people deadand so many sea-walls that the red sun used to split,and so many heads that the boats hit,and so many hands that have closed around kisses,and so many things I would like to forget.

Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands....

El cadáver de Gustavo tenía treinta y siete heridas. Había en sus bolsillos sesenta y tres pesos, tres cartas de su esposa Carolina y un libro de apuntes cuya última frase era: «Todo está perdido. Los soldados no quieren pelear».

I'm so sorry. I love you. I never could have hurt you.

But the truth was when it came to grief, each person was an island, alone.

He wanted to tell her that if it were simply a matter of crossing the river Styx and trading places with Beau, he'd be gone in a heartbeat.

Hattie felt as if someone had reached inside her breast, grabbed her heart, and twisted it out of her body, only to discard it in the slop bucket.

Had I known but yesterday what I know today, I'd have taken out your two grey eyes and put in eyes of clay. And had I known but yesterday you'd be no more my own, I'd have taken out your heart of flesh and put in one of stone.

Ele era como um homem que se embriagou há muito tempo e que deixou de ser capaz de abandonar a sua embriaguez.

Grief's only ever as deep as the love it's replaced.

I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.

My dear countrymen! In joy and in sorrow I will always be with you. It is together with you that I fought to free my country from foreign rule. Together with you I am fighting to strengthen our national independence. Together with you, I will fight to preserve the integrity and national unity of the Republic of the Congo.

But that is the dual gift of love, isn't it? The joy of greeting and the sorrow of good-bye.

Death isn't a tragedy to God, only to those left behind.

I don't say goodbye very easily, Anna. Not gracefully or prettily.Goodbye tears your heart out and leaves it a feast for carrion birds who happen by.

Take happiness where you can," he said. "It seldom lasts—'course, neither does sorrow, right?

death isn't a tragedy to God, only to those left behind.

He did not enjoy the sorrow, but he would not have missed the years that he and Joseph were friends, either. Such joy was worth a little sorrow.

Second, it sometimes left me standing in the dark, listening to someone being killed while they cried out to me. For Mercy.

But despair was not a synonym for sorrow or regret. Despair was the loss of hope.