Sorrow Quotes
That felt meaningful somehow, like the words on the pages ached for him to know their sorrow.
When the person you love can't see your love for them beneath the painful things you say when they reject you, remember this: Love is blind.
...the heart has no tears to give, --it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
Don"t gaze too hard at your belly button Or you will unexpectedly hit rock bottom!
Depression is very real. It'll back you into a dark room, slap you across the face, spit in your eyes, scream in your ears, and punch you in the gut - Until you give in.
Sorrow on another's face often looks like coldness, bitterness, resentment, unfriendliness, apathy, disdain, or disinterest when it is in truth purely sadness.
Ricky just listens. He isn't shocked. He isn't surprised. He listens to me because he knows. He knows the shame and the guilt and the sorrow and the rage. And he does not judge me. He just listens.
As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you'd think I'd grow accustomed to the gloom.
The greater are our affections the deeper are our afflictions, and the more we love the more we have to weep.
The branches of the trees looked as if they were holding hands and bowing their heads in prayer.
God didn’t design your life so you would constantly fall down, but he does hope that you will be brought to your knees.
By accepting and learning to embrace the inevitable sorrows of life, we realize that we can experience a more enduring sense of happiness.
The garden was full of sorrowSongbirds and unusual winds whistled a rhymeClouds caused to appear and cast down darknessFor this was the first day the sun didn't shine
holding the eveningtremblingly close to mei weepinto the sun lettingthe burdenof hopelift off my chesti realizethis is what it meansto be free.
Building on a bond is bankable. Building on bitterness is bankrupt.
Never give a person a piece of your mind when all you really wanted to do was give them a piece of your heart.
There is nothing I can give to the lost, except this: I have a responsibility I need to fathom. I have a sorrow I cannot weigh.
The beeches deep in snow, I walk the dark woodsIn sorrow, sorrow.Your hand, where is your
Love came from all directions. On paper, on screens, in dishes and words and deeds. We’re thinking of you every minute.I’m sorry.We’re sorry.We’re so sorry…
The sorrow we feel when we lose a loved one is the price we pay to have had them in our lives.
Grief came in waves, sometimes big, sometimes small, but even on the calmest days, the grief remained. The tide still came ashore.
You're gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understood it.
After your visits, I twisted my blinds shut every night. I locked out the stars and I never saw lightning again. Each night, I simply turned out the lights and went to bed.
Somehow the thought she might be next wasn't nearly as terrifying as the realization he was gone.
The scene sucker-punched Max. He never saw it coming. It encapsulated in one poignant instant the tragic beauty of his family history.
As if sorrow is the true reality? Without ever putting his mind to it, he's come to believe that loss is the standard trajectory.
That is fundamentally the only courage which is demanded of us: to be brave in the face of the strangest, most singular and most inexplicable things that can befall us
He felt like his own heart might stop beating just from acknowledging the concept. The sadness, the sorrow, and the loss, they were living things, funnily enough.
I hadn’t understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why.Without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my pastwas my life.
Parables, yes. We here are to lead life with woe. Tasting bitter.the Tai Chi instructor
The closet bond that we share with our brethren is that of grief. Every community knows sorrow.
Hello, this is I, and these are my arms and legs, which are useful, and this inconvenient hump is my sorrow, which is less than useful, but I've learned how to hump it around, so pay it no mind.
He stroked her back and kept a fierce grip on her like she’d fade away into one of the thousands of ghosts in this cemetery.
Sorrow is not itself evidence of maladjustment but of the adjustment process itself.
