Quotes About Sorrow

Grief, she learned, had many faces and all of them hurt.

No podía soportar el perderte de nuevo, – Él murmura, arrodillándose junto a mí. –No esta vez. No otra vez. –

Sometimes--sometimes it just hits me, you know? And, it's not getting any easier." I choke, my eyes flooding all over again. "I'm not sure that it will. I think you just get used to the feeling, the hollowness, the loss, and somehow learn to live around it

I've trusted human women before. Twice. The first died, and the second paid a terrible price and despises me. Never, ever again.

Je pouvais alors pleurer les yeux ouverts, contemplant ce monde perdu que la force de l'hallucination ressuscitait. Quand on me retrouvait, on me demandait la nature de ce chagrin et je répondais : « C'est la nostalgie. » Bien

Avevo appena scoperto l'orribile notizia che ogni essere umano scopre un giorno o l'altro: quello che ami, tu lo perderai.

Acababa de enterarme de la terrible noticia a la que, un día u otro, todo humano tiene que enfrentarse: lo que amas, lo perderás. "Lo que te ha sido dado te será arrebatado".

Los suspiros son aire y van al aire. Las lágrimas son agua y van al mar, dime mujer, cuando el amor se olvida, ¿sabes a donde va? –Becquer

156. AL PERDERTE YO A TI...   Al perderte yo a ti, tú y yo hemos perdido: yo, porque tú eras lo que yo más amaba y tú porque yo era el que te amaba más. Pero de nosotros dos tú pierdes más que yo: porque yo podré amar a otras como te amaba a ti, pero a ti no te amarán como te amaba yo.   Ernesto Cardenal

With each character in a movie, I'm looking for a human being. I'm looking for a person. And to me, I'm looking for a person that's full of strengths and weaknesses, a person that's full of successes and failures, a person that's full of joy and sorrow. I'm interested in people that are human beings that are alive.

Most of those whom we honor on Memorial Day died young. They never had the chance to raise a family, build a career, attend the weddings of their children, or be honored in old age.

The hopeless grief of those poor colored people affected me more than almost anything else.

Only in a popular war against France... do I see a misfortune.

Emptiness will always cripple me.

You know what makes me teary? Goya. Goya makes me cry.

I'm someone who laughs a lot and cries a lot.

When I need to cry, I think of very sad things, mostly about animals.

It's true that if you cry hard enough for long enough, you can end up with blurred vision.

When Mom died I couldn't stop crying, but both Angie and I really believe she's in a better place.

Something severed when my brother died. I was living but not living. Andy used to lie on the bunk bed and cuddle me - I was his lion cub.

With no matter what human being, taken individually, I always find reasons for concluding that sorrow and misfortune do not suit him; either because he seems too mediocre for anything so great, or, on the contrary, too precious to be destroyed.

Celebration heartily done makes our deprivations and sorrows seem small, and we find in it great strength to do the will of our God because his goodness becomes so real to us." —Dallas Willard, The Spirit of the Disciplines8

how do we experience a contrite heart? a grieving, broken, sorrowing, repentant heart?

The heart sags. My footprints forget me. I don't think anything will ever be the same. This is the edge of the cliff and you can't move, can't jump. Everything is vertical. With binoculars you can see where you'll be in an hour. Raindrops collect on the lens. A fine mist. It hides us. It drifts into clocks. Gravity presses your hands. Some hurts never get said. Some get smuggled.