Quotes About Sorrow

I beg you, alight and join your sorrow with mine: misfortune wanders everywhere, and settles now upon one and now upon another.

Here he lies like something melting away. His mother's blood comes quaking howling brassing bawling blacking down his mad little veins.

radiant dreams are passing in the night, the memories throb with sorrow, joy with pain . . . it is pain to dream and see desires slip through the arms, a vision lost for ever winging down the moving drifts of sleep.

and life beats on, and we nurse our lives with tears, to the sound of ripping linen beat our robes in sorrow, close to the breast the beats throb and laughter's gone and fortune throbs and throbs.

Cry Sorrow, sorrow--yet let good prevail.

Zeus, whose will has marked for man The sole way where wisdom lies; Ordered one eternal plan: Man must suffer to be wise. Head-winds heavy with past ill Stray his course and cloud his heart: Sorrow takes the blind soul's part - Man grows wise against his will. For powers who rule from thrones above By ruthlessness commend their love.

Break, heart; flow, tears, for-ever.

He's freed some fire from ice in pity for Heaven. He's left open—for God—the doors of Hell tonight.

We mourn the martyrs of Karbala our skins torn with chains.

I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me, I am not happy, help me -- like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.

Last day I saw him human, he was sad about the world.

Though loss did not pass from one person to another like a baton; it just formed a bigger and bigger pool of carriers.

OH THIS IS A BLACK DAY FOR YOU, YOUNG YOKUM--AND FOR ALL HUMANITY!!!

The book will have sensitized us, stimulated our dormant antennae by evidence of its own developed sensitivity. Which is why Proust proposed, in words he would modestly never have applied to his own novel: If we read the new masterpiece of a man of genius, we are delighted to find in it those reflections of ours that we despised, joys and sorrows which we had repressed, a whole world of feeling we had scorned, and whose value the book in which we discover them suddenly teaches us.

She poked and jabbed until it bled, but felt no pain; it might as well have been someone else's flesh, someone else's body. She looked up at the pali, at the trail she had ascended years before, and cursed herself for a fool. She could have stayed topside, traveled, loved, married, lived! But she came back, damn it. She thought of all she'd given up in that moment, places she couldn't imagine and would never know, and she wept. Night fell on her sorrows.

Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely...

I imagine that existential dread probably ought to get a devil. A devil of post-colonial angst. A devil of complicated grief.

S]orrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich ... Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey, a terrible journey, but sorrow is at least an arriving.

Between astonishment and grief, I was tearless

What would you prefer? Sobbing? Wailing? Maybe some more silence? Regret never won a war, Valkyrie, and 'sorry' isn't a big enough word for what I'm feeling. I've spent my life since then trying to make up for it, but I'll never make up for it. The things I did were unspeakably evil, but for those few years, I didn't care.

A non-human life form with power over human life; gave them words of wisdom, afterwards there came those who were inborn with likeness, who will speak and has Spoken the languages of wisdom, Still they live Unidentified in the eyes of humankind bringing the spirit of hope, yet whenever they leave this world it shall always be so much sorrow. -MillYentei

The birth of a man is the birth of his sorrow, The longer he lies, the more stupid he becomes, His thirst for survival and happiness in the future, Prevents him from living in the present. Chuang Tzu

It is ironical that for all the value we give to the rational, life is primarily governed by the irrational. Love is not rational. Sorrow is not rational. Hatred, ambition, rage and greed are irrational. Even ethics, morals and aesthetics are not rational. They depend on values and standards which are ultimately subjective.

Attainment of desirable states brings joy, failure to do so becomes sorrow.