Quotes About Sorrow

She didnt know that i was dead inside, that i had ruled out the chance of joy ever again. For that night and every night to follow. I had fully settled into my unhappiness and wore it comfortably

I was so blue that I felt I'd turned black inside.

Grief is everywhere. It's its own being. It walks beside you silently, jumps out at you meanly, pokes you awake at night. It makes tears roll down your cheeks at a blue sky.

She doesn't bother to tell him that he should not be sorry, that he is not responsible for any of those things. She doesn't bother because they are both chronic apologizers, and chronic apologizers know that sorry is also just sorrow for the general state of the world.

There's grief and then there's the loneliness of grief. The way it's just yours and yours alone.

Grief is everywhere. It's its own being. It walks beside you silently, jumps out at you meanly; pokes you awake at night.

Tears water the eyes when they have been dry for too long.

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

Don't dwell too long on the past, forgive and let it go. Too many hours have been wasted on old regrets and sorrow.

Do not be sorrow in the storm. Let the joy of Lord be your strength to smile.

Pain writes the words, sorrow wields the pen, tears wet the paper, and the story mends the heart.

One day of happiness is worth more than a lifetime of sorrow .... Under ordinary circumstances, jealousy is a suspicion to the person who excites it and degrading to the person who indulges it.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth.

Se la echaría en falta, por costumbre más que por aflicción

Cuando estás triste, no hay nada como Adele para ponerte aún peor.

The bones came jumbled together from the kitchen... there was no way of telling my parents from my Brothers and Sisters. I put them all in the same urn. Sometimes, late at night, I hold them in my hands and cry.

Sorrow never heals. We simply take comfort in the fact that our pain seems to fade.

Rompre avec les choses réelles, écrit Chateaubriand, ce n'est rien. Mais rompre avec les souvenirs !… Le cœur se brise à la séparation des rêves. »

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Je hasarde une explication : écrire c'est le dernier recours quand on a trahi.

In her garret, Divine lived only on tea and grief.

Elle se servait beaucoup de sa larme pour amollir son mal.

Thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth So