Quotes About Sorrow

Now you see,' said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, 'why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.

I lost twins at 14 weeks, and I had to have an D and C on my birthday.

Ya no temblaba. No sentía. Todo huía de mí, como los pájaros de Andersen, hacia las Tierras Calientes. No podía llorar, y me tendí suavemente en el suelo mientras oía, o creía oír, el despacioso vaivén de la puerta del pasillo, perdiendo fuerza. Y un campanilleo medio sofocado por el silencio, el silencio que iba repitiendo una voz sin sonido: «Ven, ven, ven…». Fue la primera vez que me morí.

Si te marchas, haré un muñeco de cera, con tu rostro, con tu cuerpo, y le clavaré alfileres negros, todas las noches, todas las noches. [...] Nunca vivirás en paz. Nunca vivirás en paz. Llenaré de alfileres tu corazón...

I knew everything, so hard have I tried to read in my streams of tears.

What would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.

We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man's passing.

The truth is life is full of joy and full of great sorrow, but you can't have one without the other.

He swam and he wept.

That life isn't some difficult, complicated thing. You live, you love, and you laugh, and you cry when you need to." "People have done that for eons, and if we keep it up there won't be any more people within a few decades." He shook his head. "No, that's not the answer.

Life comes in phases, sometimes you are artistic, sometimes not, sometimes you are at your peak and sometimes you are in the depths of a valley of grief and sorrow. Phases pass, trust in this and you will live a life of serenity.

Some live for love more than others. And he experienced a death that night.

As Borges himself showed us in so many stories — "The Aleph", "The Garden of Forking Paths", "The Gift", "Blue Tigers", "Shakespeare's Memory" — a blessing is always a mixed blessing. As Borges noted sadly, he inherited a library, and blindness; we who study Borges inherit great sight, yet the rest of the library somehow fades. (pg 303, "What I Lost When I Translated Jorge Luis Borges")

I lost twins at 14 weeks, and I had to have an D and C on my birthday.

The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

When I hear the bagpipes, it makes the hairs on my neck stand on end. It always makes me weep.

I remember weeping silently in bed after watching 'Titanic.'

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

I'll never forget coming home after covering Sandy Hook. Seeing the faces of family members. The firefighters who could never unsee the unthinkable. Those tiny caskets. I came home, sat in my dark apartment because I didn't even bother to turn the lights on, and wept.

There have been times that I've wept as I've gone from city to city and I've seen how far people have wandered from God.

I've wept for Haiti a thousand times over the years since my first trip during the Duvalier reign.

Life is full of joys and sorrows, much of it our own making. Sadly, the West has voted time and time again for bigger government, more inflation, higher taxes and excessive regulation - all policies that have kept us from Adam Smith's vision of an opulent society.

The thing that makes love stories work, in my opinion, in movies and novels and country & western songs, is the feeling of longing.