Quotes About Sorrow

Pourtant, il y a une lucidité qui nous vient parfois dans ces moments-là, quand on se surprend à regarder le monde à travers ses larmes, comme si elles servaient de lentilles pour rendre plus net ce que l'on regarde.

But whether I touch him or I run, whether I'm dreaming or I'm awake, on his birthday or on all other days, my whole life has been contaminated with the fact that he is dead.

But whether I touch him or I run, whether I'm dreaming or I'm awake, on his birthday or on all other days, my whole life has been contaminated with the fact that he is dead.

It's a physical urge, stronger than thirst or sex. Halfway back on the left side of my head there is a spot that longs for the jolt of a bullet, that yearns for that fire, that final empty rip. I want to be let out of this cavern, to open myself up to the ease of not-living. I am tired of sorrow and struggle and worry. I am tired of my sad sister. I want to turn out the last light.

In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.

There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.

My only hope lies in my despair.

A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.

Sometimes something awful could break your heart with beauty.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad...

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

Oh, I'm developing a beautiful character! It droops a bit under cold and frost, but it does grow fast when the sun shines. That's the way with everybody. I don't agree with the theory that adversity and sorrow and disappointment develop moral strength. The happy people are the ones who are bubbling over with kindliness.

I don't agree with the theory that adversity and sorrow and disappointment develop moral strength. The happy people are the ones who are bubbling over with kindliness.

A?k kimyasal bir yang?nd?r. ?yi olan her?ey yanar. Geriye sadece en sert, en ac?, yanmayan ?eyler kal?r. Bunlar öfke, ac?, üzüntü ve korku...

Jean-Christophe Grangé

I shed a few tears as we passed the corner café where I used to drop in for a bite. I can weep discreetly. People think my eye is watering.

Why is the measure of love loss?

TODA MI FAMILIA ESTÁ MUERTA POR MI CULPA

what's left is only the beloved, familiar shape of him, empty of breath.

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, - Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.

Jeffrey, Jeffrey, I'm so happy to be with you at last," said Skye. "Thank you." Jeffrey turned away to hide his sorrow. "But what is this? Aren't you glad to see me?" "Of course I am, dear Skye." He turned back to her, his face ablaze with honesty. "But it is your beautiful and talented sister, Jane, whom I prefer.

Death can do that, make reality as hard to hold on to as water dripping through your fingers.

One thing I've learned, Father--that in this life it's best to keep the then and the now and the what's-to-be as close together in your thoughts as you can. It's when you let gaps creep in, when you separate out the intervals and dwell on them, that you can't bear the sorrow.

in this life it's best to keep the then and the now and the what's-to-be as close together in your thoughts as you can. It's when you let gaps creep in, when you separate out the intervals and dwell on them, that you can't bear the sorrow.