Quotes About Sorrow

The King asked his wise men for some single thing that would make him happy when he was sad, but sad when he was happy. They consulted and came back with a ring engraved with the message 'This Too Will Pass.

If not absolution, I yelled, give me oblivion.

Til andre Tider kan selv usædvanlige Oplevelser ikke formaa at rykke en ut av en jævn og fattig Stemning; midt i en Ballsal kan man sitte sikker, likegyldig og upaavirket. For det er ens eget Indre som er Sorgens eller Glædens Kilde.

It's always the same story. Naturally one doesn't get the woman one should have had; but if by some damned freak of reason and justice it ever does happen, then of course she dies immediately after.

Lord God, I feel so wretched! Lord God, I feel so wretched

I've wrought my family's destruction. Killed those I loved most, with my very touch. My dark precipice has been reached. I throw back my head and roar as recognition takes hold. I am Death...

And the bleak one? Bowen? What's his damage? Why does he look so bad? He lost someone verra close to him. I'm sorry, she said softly. When did it happen? Early eighteen hundreds. And he still hasn't recovered? He's gotten worse. Lachlain rested his forehead against hers. It's our nature, Emma.

A quanto pareva, Emma era nata per essere rapita da un lykae impazzito. Il suo destino faceva schifo.

Wroth fell to his knees, head bowed as a guttural sound of pain erupted from his chest. At the first opportunity, he'd offered her torture, only to follow it by stealing her freedom from her. And then… A heart for a heart. She'd made his beat. Had he broken hers? He'd lost her. And he'd deserved to.

There lived here then, away at the North, a beautiful princess, who was also a powerful sorceress. All her magic was used to help the people, and she was never known to hurt anyone who was good. Her name was Gayelette, and she lived in a handsome palace built from great blocks of tourmaline. Everyone loved her, but her greatest sorrow was that she could find no one to love in return, since all the men were much too stupid and ugly to mate with one so beautiful and wise.

But that isn't right. The King of Beasts shouldn't be a coward,' said the Scarecrow. 'I know it,' returned the Lion, wiping a tear from his eye with the tip of his tail. 'It is my great sorrow, and makes my life very unhappy. But whenever there is danger, my heart begins to beat fast.' 'Perhaps you have heart disease,' said the Tin Woodman. 'It may be,' said the Lion.

It was a terrible thing to do undergo, but during the year I stood there I had time to think that the greatest loss I had known was the loss of my heart.

Everyone loved her, but her greatest sorrow was that she could find no one to love in return, since all the men were much too stupid and ugly to mate with one so beautiful and wise.

She thought of a new way to kill my love for the beautiful Munchkin maiden, and made my axe slip again, so that it cut right through my body, splitting me into two halves.

Why didn't the Eskimo keep it? she asked, looking at the Magnet with interest. He got tired of being loved and longed for some one to hate him. So he gave me the Magnet and the very next day a grizzly bear ate him. Wasn't he sorry then? she inquired. He didn't say, replied the shaggy man

I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.

Disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak

Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is.

It's a bad religion to be in love with someone who could never love you.

Jesus would pray to himself and cry. I often do the same.

Love makes the greatest pleasures and most sensitive misfortunes of life.

Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.

In her beauty rests (both) my death and my life.

Nothing is more excruciating than hopelessly longing for lost love.