Quotes About Sorrow

My idea for 'BoneMan's Daughters' came from the loss of my own daughter when she left home to live with a monster at age 18. I wanted to throttle the man, but she was in love, so all I could do was hope, pray and cry.

It is something you can't predict, and it is the huge sadness in your life, losing a child.

I think if my child died I would prefer it if I were dead.

I will always remember the fear in the faces of the executed. That's the first day I felt the devil's presence.

Losing my daughter was a very serious pain. There was always some empty space in my heart.

Words do not pay for my dead people.

Nothing had prepared me for the depth of pain George's death precipitated.

Absence is absence, you know? The loss of someone can be just as devastating if they're alive as if they're dead.

If I leave, reality will devour me. Then they will all really be dead.

To live is to die.

My second wife, the mother of one of my sons, died of murder. I was not with her, but I could have saved her. I think.

I have lost almost every friend that I had before Casey died.

The death of Mrs. Lincoln was a serious loss to her husband and children. Abraham's sister Sarah was only eleven years old, and the tasks and cares of the little household were altogether too heavy for her years and experience.

From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.

No one is more profoundly sad than he who laughs too much.

Yet the war and all that the war contained—nobility, villainy, immeasurable sorrow—is certain to live on even after the last old soldier has gone to his grave. May the earth lie lightly on his bones.

think I will never feel normal again, or do simple things with simple pleasure. An anchor is tugging at my chest, and I feel if I don't resist I will be pulled under, and my heart will drown.

To resist the depths of the world's sorrow, the truth of one's heart must be honored.

I like to imagine that Adam's tongue, his palate and his lips were always on fire, that the air he breathed was kindled to incandescence each time he cried out in sorrow or delight. If fiction can be said to have a function, it is to release that primary fury of which language, even now, is miraculously capable - from the dry mud of daily use. So that furred, spotted and striped, it may - as it did in Eden - scrawl under every tree as revelation.

historical record.3 Such a death, some people say, hurts

Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn't breaking. It hurts because it's getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds.

Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn't breaking. It hurts because it's getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds.

My mother is such a lousy cook that Thanksgiving at her house is a time of sorrow.

Tears are God