Quotes About Sorrow

We have given sorrow many words, but a passion for life few.

Sometimes,' she said, 'at special moments like that, people feel a pain alongside their happiness

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Indeed – why should I not admit it? – at that moment, my heart was breaking.

I HAD a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; Sweet little red feet! why should you die - Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why? You liv'd alone in the forest-tree, Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?

Don't be sorry for that. Be sorry that you made so happy. That's what hurts, woman. That you made me so happy.

Merthin stood and watched with tears pouring down his face.

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The fact that you're ready to give up your life's work to live with me is ... it almost breaks my heart that you should love me so much. But I don't want to be the woman who took you away from the work you loved.

got three more sons." "Then they're fools, whoever they are," said Ragna. "The loss of a child is a terrible grief to a mother, and it makes no difference how many more you may have." Tears fell on Ellen's wind-reddened cheeks, and she reached out a hand. Ragna took it and squeezed

It was an amputation. I would never get back the part of me that vanished when Sylvie died. I knew the feeling of a man who tries to walk having lost a leg. I would never shake off the sense that something should be there, where the missing limb had always been. There was a hole in my life, a great gaping cavity that could never be filled.

He wants something from me. He doesn't know that the only thing I have left is the hollow of something gone

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

A woman whose heart is not touched by the sickness of sorrow and whose hands do not go out in relief where it is in her power to help, lacks one of the elements which make the glory of womanhood.

Hatred and sorrow are power. They are yours to control. All you have to do is turn them into strength, and use that strength to move forward.

I heard black people sing and the emotion was overwhelming to me. The power of that with all the built in sorrow and joy was just overwhelming to me as a little kid. It was the real deal.

Empathy feels these thoughts; your hurt is in my heart, your loss is in my prayers, your sorrow is in my soul, and your tears are in my eyes.

Prayer is the way to destroy all fear. It is the way to banish sorrow, the way to light a torch of hope. It is the revolution that rewrites the scenario of our destiny.

Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow will offer their heads for a prayer. You can't find no salvation, you have no expectations anytime, anyplace, anywhere.

For me, prayer is an upward leap of the heart, an untroubled glance towards heaven, a cry of gratitude and love which I utter from the depths of sorrow as well as from the heights of joy.

Be careful before leaving someone in a sorrowing situation. Say a word of prayer with them and share even a brief word of encouragement from the Scriptures.

God listens to our weeping when the occasion itself is beyond our knowledge, but still within His love and power.

Prayer gives a channel to the pent-up sorrows of the soul, they flow away, and in their stead streams of sacred delight pour into the heart.

I cannot love thee; thou 'rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God's pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!