Quotes About Sorrow

Nature triumphs ultimately. The triumph is impersonal, nonjudgmental. Nature kills everybody, not just the "bad." To call the goddess "Mother" is to acknowledge only one half of her personality. She is also a "killer." She is the source of joy and sorrow, of hope and despair, life and death. Nature (prakriti), delusion (maya), energy (shakti)—she is the world we react to.

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. What is right, sacred and beautiful to one group of people need not be right, sacred and beautiful to another group of people.

Vengeance will never take away sorrow. It will breed more anger.

Our merits create fortune. Our demerits create misfortune. Merits bring us joy. Demerits bring us sorrow. We are thus fettered by karma. Karma binds us to the material world, compels us to be born and compels us to die. No one can change this, except one. That one is God. Pray to God to cope with the fetter of karma.

Vengeance will never take away sorrow. It

Tak ada yang lebih menyakitkan dari kepedihan yang tak bisa ditangiskan.

Look at us. You look like death, my friend, and I'm sure I do, too. We'll never stop blaming ourselves. I guess that's the price of love?

Dear Kai, Come back. Come back for me. I didn't mean it. I've changed my mind. I can't bear this, Kai. I can't bear this farm, this life, this world without you.

This boy is dead now, I knew it before taking him in my arms, I can remember his face, his suffering, his voice.

I'd seen pictures of the wall online, but nothing prepared me fr seeing it in person. It was a deep scar in the earth and looked like a long black mirror reflecting the puffy white clouds, the blue sky, the trees and grass. It reflected the things people left at its base -- small flags and stuffed animals and photographs. And it reflected the faces of the people who stood in front of it, looking, pointing, weeping. It reflected me.

Fred started to follow, but Nita caught him in cupped hands, holding him back for a moment. "Fred! Did we do right?" Even here she couldn't keep the pain out of her question, the fear that she could have somehow have prevented his death. But Fred radiated a serene and wondering joy that took her breath and reassured her and filled her with wonder to match his, all at once. Go find out , he said.

Beauty flourishes on sorrow. It's enriched by the knowledge that life is fleeting, sometimes cruel, and often ends without resolution.

Uncoupling is a dramatic life event, whose importance is reflected in the eagerness of people to discuss their relationships even years later. Indeed, in attempting to put the story in chronological order, there was no one who was not visited again by sorrow and loss in the telling of it, regardless of the passage of time.

Dianne Marie Teresa Cole

The more profound the loss, the more poignant the grief

Oh, to see our Saviour's face! From sin and sorrow to be freed! To dwell in His divine embrace— This will be sweeter far indeed! The fairest form of earthly bliss Is less than nought compared with this. Lord, teach me to wait!

C'est fou comme la mort, c'est soluble dans l'amour.

Music... will help dissolve your perplexities and purify your character and sensibilities, and in time of care and sorrow, will keep a fountain of joy alive in you.

they bear their sorrow in the strength of him who bears them up, who bore the whole suffering of the world upon the cross.

God cannot endure that unfestive, mirthless attitude of ours in which we eat our bread in sorrow, with pretentious, busy haste, or even with shame. Through our daily meals He is calling us to rejoice, to keep holiday in the midst of our working day.

I muri nudi ed umidi, il silenzio, lo squallore delle luci: tutti là dentro parevano essersi dimenticati che in qualche parte del mondo esistevano fiori, donne ridenti, case allegre e ospitali. Tutto là dentro era una rinuncia, ma per chi, per quale misterioso bene?

Sesinde, tesadüfen ya da bir düÅŸ k?r?kl???n?, belki de gerçek bir üzüntüyü yans?tan bir titreme oldu.

Ogni vero dolore viene scritto su lastre di una sostanza misteriosa al paragone della quale il granito è burro.

In un momento Sono sfiorite le rose I petali caduti Perché io non potevo dimenticare le rose Le cercavamo insieme Abbiamo trovato delle rose Erano le sue rose erano le mie rose Questo viaggio chiamavamo amore Col nostro sangue e colle nostre lagrime facevamo le rose Che brillavano un momento al sole del mattino Le abbiamo sfiorite sotto il sole tra i rovi Le rose che non erano le nostre rose Le mie rose le sue rose P. S. E così dimenticammo le rose.