Quotes About Sorrow

There's no love like a lost love and no pain like a broken heart.

Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow. ~Swedish Proverb Lust is easy. Love is hard. Like is most important.

That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.

I can tell that you been crying all night, drinking all summer, praying for your happiness, hope that you recover

Más asombroso es que miren con horror un esqueleto festivo hecho de almíbar de colores los que veneran como corazón de la historia el cadáver tumefacto de un hombre bondadoso suspendido en el leño del martirio.

The psychiatrist grew weary; found himself drifting into private sorrow. He glanced at a plaque that someone had given him the previous Christmas. MY BROTHER HURTS. I SHARE HIS PAIN. I MEET GOD IN HIM, he read. A failed encounter. He blamed himself. He had mapped the streets of his brother's torment, yet never had walked them; or so he believed. He thought that the pain which he felt was his own.

You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows.

The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud For grief is proud an't makes his owner stoop

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

With one auspicious and one dropping eye,With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,In equal scale weighing delight and dole.

The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,Sing all a green willow;Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,Sing willow, willow, willow.

I'll queen it no inch further,But milk my ewes and weep.

To show an unfelt sorrow is an officeWhich the false man does easy.

That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true 'tis pity;And pity 'tis 'tis true.

I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop.

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!

'Tis better to be lowly born,And range with humble livers in content,Than to be perk'd up in a glist'ring griefAnd wear a golden sorrow.

And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,Never, never, never, never, never!Pray you, undo this button.

What's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba,That he should weep for her?

Wormwood, wormwood.

To see sad sights moves more than hear them told.

Macbeth: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,Raze out the written troubles of the brain,And with some sweet oblivious antidoteCleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuffWhich weighs upon the heart?Doctor: Therein the patientMust minister to himself.Macbeth: Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.