Quotes About Sorrow

The world is gone, I have to carry you.

Nachts, wenn das Pendel der Liebe schwingt zwischen Immer und Nie, stößt dein Wort zu den Monden des Herzens und dein gewitterhaft blaues Aug reicht der Erde den Himmel. Aus fernem, aus traumgeschwärztem Hain weht uns an das Verhauchte, und das Versäumte geht um, groß wie die Schemen der Zukunft. Was sich nun senkt und hebt, gilt dem zuinnerst Vergrabnen: blind wie der Blick, den wir tauschen, küßt es die Zeit auf den Mund.

Einmal, der Tod hatte Zulauf, verbargst du dich in mir.

The largest body of content in the psalms is given to lament, in which the psalmist "laments" or mourns the situation he is in and the distress he is facing.

Lo que gobierne mi corazón moldeará la manera en que reaccione ante los momentos más tristes y más felices de la vida.

Perplexed and distressed, he fled the palace under the cover of night, leaving behind his wife and child

I could have said their sleep is a challenge to us , to wake up….I could have said they sleep in sorrow for us who sleep through so many levels of our lives…they tell us that we, too, are guarding a tomb. We don't know what's in it. Perhaps nothing. Perhaps what was once in it has gone. We're scared to look. But we go on guarding it.

Grief is the price we pay for having loved.

It is not a carol of joy or glee,But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core…I know why the caged bird sings!

A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double; And that is life! A crust and a corner that love makes precious, With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us; And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter; And that is life!

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in, A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double; And that is life! A crust and a corner that love makes precious, With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us; And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter; And that is life!

This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing.

This is the debt I pay Just for one riotous day, Years of regret and grief, Sorrow without relief. Pay it I will to the end — Until the grave, my friend, Gives me a true release — Gives me the clasp of peace. Slight was the thing I bought, Small was the debt I thought, Poor was the loan at best — God! but the interest!

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in, A minute to smile and an hour to weep in, A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double; And that is life!

Some of the girl's cheery hopefulness had come back to her in the presence of her brother's dejection, as a woman always forgets her own sorrow when someone she loves is grieving.

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile.

Grief is a sword, or it is nothing.

Tears are part of the leeway of the common areas of a hospital, since so many have to do their crying away from the patient's bed. You don't care who sees you cry in the lobby: it was port of entry for all the sorrows, and one gave up all one's previous citizenship at the border.

Love was like death that way.

That milky splatter on the sheets makes him unbearably sad, and he wonders, not for the first time, whether the whole point of orgasm isn't, somehow, unbearable sadness.

The Elvish language had a word that perfectly expressed his feeling: Vaendin-thiil, which meant "fatigued by life's dark trials.

A man gets tied up to the ground, he gives the world its saddest sound.

If the soul does not repent, and wipe out its sins by sorrow, the demons almost immediately return and continue to possess it." St. Alphonsus

The long sobsOf the violinsOf autumnPierce my heartWith monotonous languor.