Quotes About Sorrow

Come in! come in !' he sobbed. 'Cathy, do come. Oh do -once more! Oh! my heart's darling! hear me this time - Catherine, at last!

What have those lonely mountains worth revealing? More glory and more grief than I can tell:

You say I killed you. Haunt me, then!

For himself, he grew desperate; his sorrow was of the king that will not lament, he neither wept nor prayed - he cursed and defied - execrated God and man, and gave himself up to reckless dissipation.

Kendi yüreÄŸine niçin ihanet ettin Cathy?

and what does not recall her?  I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags!  In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image!  The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance.  The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own.

E então a encarou de maneira tão detida que imaginei que a simples intensidade daquele olhar estivesse enchendo-lhe os olhos de lágrimas; mas a angústia as queimava antes que escorressem.

You said I killed you — haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe — I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

It's a pity he cannot kill himself with drink.

i have not broken your heart — you have broken it — and in breaking it, you have broken mine. (heathcliff to cathy, ch. I, p. 163)

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered.  'Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes!  I forgive what you have done to me.  I love my murderer—but yours!  How can I?

I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then!

I was weeping as much for him as her: we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. 

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.  But, if you be ashamed of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.  You must go up and offer to kiss her, and say—you know best what to say; only do it heartily, and not as if you thought her converted into a stranger by her grand dress. 

It was very, very sad: and while I read I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored.

No puedo ni bajar la vista al suelo sin que sus rasgos se dibujen en las baldosas. En cada nube, en cada árbol, colmando el aire nocturno y refulgiendo de día a rachas en cada objeto, me veo continuamente cercado por su imagen. Los rostros más triviales de hombres y mujeres y hasta los propios rasgos de mi cara se burlan de mí, ofreciéndome su parecido. El mundo entero es una atroz colección de testimonios acreditativos de que vivió y de que ya la he perdido.

Le di mi corazón, lo cogió, lo destrozó hasta la muerte y me lo devolvió.

If I were you, I'd go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog.

Los soberbios dan pábulo a las propias penas.

Perhaps such fragile happiness could never have lasted, but the way it came to an end was worse than anyone could have imagined.

May you not rest as long as I am living. You say I have killed you, -haunt me then!

Dulce Amor de juventud, perdóname si te olvido mientras la marea del mundo me arrastra consigo; otros deseos y otras esperanzas me asedian, esperanzas que pueden ensombrecerte mas no hacerte daño. Ninguna nueva luz ha iluminado mi cielo, ninguna mañana ha vuelto a brillar para mí; toda la dicha de mi vida se me entregó con tu vida, toda la dicha de mi vida está enterrada en la tumba contigo.

I was only going to say that Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out, into the middle of the heath on the top of Wurthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.