Quotes About Sorrow

You are an idealist, which means that you are destined to be disappointed, and perhaps even wounded. You seek a gospel of benevolence and miracle, which leaves no room for the sorrows of existence.

Largely, now, it was not anger he felt, but rather a kind of bone-scraping, quiet, ever-present sorrow. To come to the place that was supposed to stay the same, to come and find it changed. Dr. Miller had warned him against what he called the 'geographic cure.' You can't fix yourself by going somewhere else, he'd said. You'll always take yourself along.

Diana," he murmured in her ear, licking. "Diana, you are everything I've ever wanted and shall never have." Tears pricked at her eyes and she opened her mouth to sob. "That's it," he said. "Weep for me. Bear my pain. Take my come. For I can give you nothing else.

When he died, she took her hopes for a child and wrapped them carefully in a box and buried that box deep, deep in her heart. So deep, she thought never to face that dream again. Except, with one sentence, Edward had exhumed the box and ripped it open. And her hopes, her dreams, her need to bear a child were as fresh now as they had been when she was newly wed.

He was simply gone, and he took all our peace with him.

If we do not suffer a loss all the way to the end, it will wait for us. It won't just dissipate and disappear. Rather, it will fester, and we will experience its sorrow later, in stranger forms.

I sorrow for your suffering, and I am sorry for my early arrogance, that assumed no one else had also suffered

And still tears never feel like enough: the rinse something away, but only the surface, not whatever is underneath.

Lonely was the first flavor I had tasted in my life, and it was always there, hidden inside the crevices of my mouth, reminding me.

People are sorry for brides who lose their husbands early, from some accident, or war. And they should be sorry, Mrs Palfrey thought. But the other thing is worse.

That was a strange thing, the death of Coco. Not that he should die, for owing to the unexpected folly of the concierge it was inevitable that he should, but his manner of doing it. Even at this distance of time, the remembrance agonises me. There

But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb.

I am crying over the elusive nature of love.

Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?... I don't know the answer, I know only that I can't. I don't want any more vicissitudes, I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I've had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.

It didn't and doesn't turn out well. There is no happy ending to the story of sorrow if you are born with a predilection for despair. The world is, after all, a coarse and brutal and cruel place. It's only a matter of how long you can live with it.

I believe there is an integrity to my intolerance...Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?

She cried until the tears were no longer able to meet the demands of her sadness

His chief uneasiness was that he could not be truly penitent about it.

O Sorrow, wilt Thou live with meNo casual mistress, but a wife.

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

This is the truth the poet sings,That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.

She said, "I am aweary, aweary,I would that I were dead!"

O splendid and sterile Dolores,Our Lady of Pain.

To have known love, how bitter a thing it is.