Quotes About Sorrow

This music mads me: let it sound no more.

Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.

Sometimes from sorrow, for no reason, you sing. from "Cutting Loose

Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.

Have I not reason to lamentWhat man has made of man?

The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.

The good die first.

Such views the youthful Bard allure, But, heedless of the following gloom, He deems their colours shall endure 'Till peace go with him to the tomb. —And let him nurse his fond deceit, And what if he must die in sorrow! Who would not cherish dreams so sweet, Though grief and pain may come tomorrow?

Before me begging did she stand,     Pouring out sorrows like a sea;     Grief after grief:—on English Land     Such woes I knew could never be;     And yet a boon I gave her; for the Creature   Was beautiful to see; a Weed of glorious feature!

No other than the very heart of man, As found among the best of those who live-- Not unexalted by religious faith, Nor uninformed by books, good books, though few-- In Nature's presence: thence may I select Sorrow, that is not sorrow, but delight; And miserable love, that is not pain To hear of, for the glory that redounds Therefrom to human kind, and what we are.

I have slept Weeping, and weeping I have waked; my tears Have flow'd as if my body were not such As others are, and I could never die.

I found her lying on her stomach, her hind legs stretched out straight, and her front feet folded back under her chest. She had laid her head on his grave. I saw the trail where she had dragged herself through the leaves. The way she lay there, I thought she was alive. I called her name. She made no movement. With the last ounce of strength in her body, she had dragged herself to the grave of Old Dan.

With a heavy heart, I turned and walked away. I knew that as long as I lived I'd never forget the two little graves and the sacred red fern.

Death and sorrow will be the companions of our journey; hardship our garment; constancy and valor our only shield. We must be united, we must be undaunted, we must be inflexible.

There were no tears in her. The wound went too deep, or she was not so constituted to give way to it. Hers would be the perpetual ache of loss and loneliness, slowly dulled with time until it became a part of her character, a faint sourness tinged with withered pride.

Calling on the Lord's name solves all our problems. If you are filled with sorrow and worry,...are disappointed, discouraged, or distracted,...are weak [or]...strong, [call on the Lord]. By calling you receive and take the living water.

There is little for the great part of the history of the world except the bitter tears of pity and the hot tears of wrath.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

No es en la cama donde una madre, embriagada de felicidad por el nacimiento de su hijo, olvida sus dolores? Es ahí donde los fantásticos gozos, producto de la imaginación y la esperanza, vienen a agitarnos. En fin, es en este mueble delicioso que olvidamos durante la mitad de la vida los pesares de la otra mitad

I have to make do with a hollow heart full of holes.

I thought I could hear the sound of my memory burning that night.

I betrayed you," I said, so quietly that I hardly knew it was my own voice. It felt like a lie even though I told the truth. He stood perfectly still. A siren sounded, long and low. "You can't get home. They've stopped the boat," he said. Strangely, I did not think about Mother, or what I would tell her tomorrow. It seemed that tomorrow would never come,(…)

As I traced his profile with my eyes, I realized that I could never ask anything of him again: not caresses, not protection, not warmth. He would never dive into the pool inside me, clouded as it was with the little girl's tears. The waves of regret were gentle, but I knew they would ripple on forever.