Quotes About Sorrow

Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort - you deserve this. You have killed yourself.

If I've done wrong, I'm dying for it. It is enough! You left me too; but I won't upbraid you! I forgive you. Forgive me!

Ponosni ljudi sami sebi stvaraju tugu.

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest, as long as I am living! You said I killed you - haunt me, then!

You loved me - then what right had you to leave me? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan would have parted us, you, of your own will did it.

Eduardo se sintió tan entontecido como tantos otros lo han estado antes que él y lo seguirán estando en lo sucesivo, el día en que llevó al altar a Catalina, tres años después de la muerte de sus padres.

S vremenom se pomirio sa sudbinom, pa mu je sjeta bila sla?a od svagdanjih radosti.

She might have been living yet, if it had not been for him!

Cijeli je svijet strašna zbirka podsjetnika da je ona doista postojala i da sam je ja izgubio.

Two words would comprehend my future — death and hell: existence, after losing her, would be hell.

Yes you had the reason of going to bed with a proud heart and an empty stomach,' said I. 'Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves

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.

J'ai rêvé que je dormais de mon dernier sommeil à côté d'elle, mon cÅ"ur immobile contre le sien, ma joue glacée contre la sienne

He got on to the bed, and wrenched open the lattice, bursting, as he pulled at it, into an uncontrollable passion of tears.  '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!

My poor little sister-in-law is breaking her heart by mere contemplation of your physical and moral beauty.

While I read, I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored

False friends will launch their covert sneers; True friends will wish me dead; And I shall cause the bitterest tears That you have ever shed.

Ben baÅŸlatmad?m! Ben baÅŸlatmad?m! diye h?çk?rmaya baÅŸlad? Cathy, kalbi k?r?lmaya haz?r. Ona â??k olmak bir kere olsun akl?mdan geçmemiÅŸti...

Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it? was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair. And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt.

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?

I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I'm used to that— But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet— And I tip—drunken— Let no Pebble—smile— 'Twas the New Liquor— That was all!

Oh my darling one, how long you wander from me, how weary I grow of waiting and looking, and calling for you; sometimes I shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you'll never go away, oh you never will.

Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish --