Quotes About Sorrow

William Pratchett's last words on this earth were an anguished cry of, 'I haven't had my custard yet.

Oh, whoever thought up that nonsense about 'parting is such sweet sorrow!' " "Chap by the name of Shakespeare," I said. "But he was writing for money. Anything for a tear. Or a laugh. Either way, he got paid. He killed 'em off, at the end—and got paid for that, too." "I know he did. Made me cry. What a shameful way for a grown man to make a living!

I could not make him understand that Heaven was not Heaven to me without Margrethe

So far so good. I had a recently widowed mother and her orphaned son crying hysterically. Maybe for an encore I could shoot the family dog.

But first he was going to take a drink, a big drink, because he needed one. And it didn't matter whether he drank or not, nothing mattered now; it was all over. All over, or just beginning.

Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.

Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more, One task more declined, one more footpath untrod, One more devils'-triumph and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God!

Last night I saw you in my sleep: And how your charm of face was changed! I asked, 'Some love, some faith you keep?' You answered, 'Faith gone, love estranged.' Whereat I woke--- a twofold bliss: Waking was one, but next there came This other:Though I felt, for this, My heart break, I loved on the same.

Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met -- or never parted -- we had ne'er been broken-hearted

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

In the multitude of wisdom is grief, and they that increaseth wisdom, increaseth sorrow.

and you would never know they were gone, but losing a child left an emptiness so large it screamed to be filled with memories.

Mrs. Bartello opened the screen wider, her eyes bunching with sorrow. "I'm sorry. You don't know. I'm sorry. Donna passed away." Holman felt himself slow as if he had been drugged; as if his heart and breath and the blood in his veins were winding down like a phonograph record when you pulled the plug. First Richie, now Donna. He didn't say anything, and Mrs. Bartello's sorrowful eyes grew knowing. She

The tears were his. Tyson had earned them.

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

Weep for what little things could make them glad.

Too long I've owed you this apology For the apparently unmeaning sorrow You were afflicted with in those old days. But it was of the essence of the trial You shouldn't understand it at the time.

The heart's gone out of it, why keep it up.

My sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be.

So beautiful and strange and new! Since it was to end so soon, I almost wish I had never heard it. For it has roused a longing in me that is pain, and nothing seems worth while but just to hear that sound once more and go on listening to it for ever.

And the home had been happy with him, too, evidently, and was missing him, and wanted him back, and was telling him so, through his nose, sorrowfully, reproachfully, but with no bitterness or anger; only with plaintive reminder that it was there, and wanted him.

Aún el diablo puede llorar cuando mira alrededor del infierno y se da cuenta de que está ahí, solo.-Acheron

And if it went, if the murderer was caught, they would have to face all over again the stark early morning truth that it solved nothing, that Sabine was still lost for ever.

She would never leave her mark on Mammy's heart the way her brothers had, because Mammy's heart was like a pallid beach where Laila's footprints would forever wash away beneath the waves of sorrow that swelled and crashed, swelled and crashed.