Quotes About Sorrow

I shall die. I must die. I cannot be so unhappy, and live.

Melancholy, I repeated. I liked the way it sounded, like there was music hidden somewhere inside it. Kate Di Camillo, Because of Winn Dixie

It is a horrible, terrible thing, the worst thing, to watch somebody you love die right in front of you and not be able to do nothing about it.

I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart. - Gloria Dump

He was weeping. Although 'weeping' really is to small a word for the activity the kind had undertaken. Tears were cascading from his eyes. A small puddle had formed at his feet. I am not exaggerating. The king, it seemed, was intent on crying himself a river.

The world went on. People left and people died and people went to memorial services and put orange blocks of cheese into their purses. People confessed to you that they were hungry all the time. And then you got up in the morning and pretended that none of it had happened.

Farewell is a word that, in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises nothing.

And now you have a small map of the princess's heart (hatred, sorrow, kindness, empathy), the heart that she carried down inside her as she went down the golden stairs and through the kitchen and, finally, just as the sky outside the castle began to lighten, down into the dark dungeon with the rat and the serving girl.

How did anybody say goodbye to someone they loved? But that was what the world demanded, wasn't it? Again and again, the world insisted upon betrayals, goodbyes. How could anyone bear it?

Tapi, anak-anak, tak ada penghiburan dalam kata 'selamat tinggal', bahkan jika kau mengatakannya dalam bahasa Prancis. 'Selamat tinggal' adalah kata-kata yang, dalam bahasa apa pu, penuh penderitaan. Itu kata-kata yang tak menjanjikan apa-apa.

Furlough?" He said. "What?" said the first hood irritably. Despereaux shuddered. His own brother was delivering him to the dungeon. His heart stopped beating and shrunk to a small, cold, disbelieving pebble.

It is all gone , though Peter. All of it is gone! And there is no way to get it back. 'Eat,' said Leo Matienne again, very gently. Peter looked the truth of what he had lost full in the face. And then he ate.

At the last moment, Antoinette came out of her faint and shouted one word to her child. That word, reader, was adieu... Adieu is the French word for farewell. "Farewell" is not the word you would like to hear from your mother as you are being led to the dungeon by two oversize mice in black hoods... "Farewell" is a word that, in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing.

I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.

But the plains do not continue forever, just as happiness and sorrow both eventually come to an end. Their first hint of the highlands was a rough stretch of land pitted with gorges and rugged valleys that were barren of cover and composed of rock as stubborn and sharp and unyielding as a saint. The jaran playfully called it krinye-tom, the little mountains; Tess called it hell and wondered what the big mountains were like.

The thinnest shaft of light entered the empty chambers of my heart, just for a moment. Then it disappeared, extinguished by the weight of all that had gone before.

Aber ich wollte nicht genesen, wenn ich dafür das wenige, das mir von meinem Bruder geblieben war, aufgeben musste.

Wie sehr wollte ich sie vor dem Schmerz des Erinners bewahren.

Die derzeitigen und früheren Bewohner von Nulle wussten, wie abgründige Trauer den Geist zerfrisst.

And he has tried to swim that stream, And he swam on both strong and steady, But the river was wide and strength did fail, And never more he'll see his Annie. And woe betide the willow wan, And woe betide the bush and briar, For they broke beneath her true love's hand, When strength did fail and limbs did tire.

Death always leaves one singer to mourn.

I don't care. I don't care. He was crying now, crying so hard he could barely breathe.

We can't cherry-pick the parts of our story we'd like to keep. Our lives are a melting pot of regrets, triumphs, sorrow and joy. You have to accept it all.

Death bears with it a stain that seeps into the hollow and fills the mind.