Sorrow is the violent smashing of reason, in that reason has no power over it.

I am the shade. Through the dolent city, i flee. Through the eternal woe, i take flight..

Of course to one so modern as I am, `Enfant de mon siècle,’ merely to look at the world will be always lovely. I tremble with pleasure when I think that on the very day...

There is a certain kind of man who is forever searching. He wanders from place to place, he looks hard into the eyes of women and men in every town, maybe he scratches the earth...

Be a master of your dreams, not the slave of your sorrows.

Don’t be among those who give up early and regret later.

Regret fills your heart, only if you do not give your best to accomplish something.

Frailty, thy name is woman!—A little month, or ere those shoes were oldWith which she follow’d my poor father’s body,Like Niobe, all tears:—

Wherefore is there ice and snow, chilling winds and bitter nights? Is it to mock the earth for its sunshine? No, not so! We forget that sunlight is impossible without shadows; that for every day...

We can cry for years but sometimes gotta smile too.

Flashes of my past lives kept crawling across my vision. I had Akima’s laugh, Eve’s blind ability to love, and Marrah’s unwavering belief in family. I was all of these women and none of them....

Life and art are nothing but associations of ideas and sorrows that nourish our illusory quest for the Holy Grail of human existence. It’s a mystery!

Oh, Starbuck! it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky. On such a day – very much such a sweetness as this – I struck my first whale – a boy-harpooneer of...

Sorrowful and great is the artist’s destiny.

Let me have a faithful account of all that concerns you; I would know everything, be it ever so unfortunate. Perhaps by mingling my sighs with yours I may make your sufferings less, for it...

He wondered why he wasn’t as in love with her as he was with…Hector had only shared enjoyment with (her)…he shared everything, enjoyment and sorrow…but for some time now they’d shared too much frustration, boredom...

The best way to get through it is to lean on each other. We cannot allow sorrow to overcome good things to happen.

He wanted to crumple her up and toss her from his mind like a scrap piece of paper filled with nonsensical doodles or dissonant words that formed unbalanced rhymes. Yet, he refused throw her away.

At some point, it’s time to stop fighting with death, my thighs and the way things are. And to realize that emotional eating in nothing but bolting from multiple versions of the above: the obsession...

Where but to think is to be full of sorrow and leaden eyed despairs

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

…and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.

When I run the world, librarians will be exempt from tragedy. Even their small sorrows will last only for as long as you can take out a book.

During times of disaster sorrow brings people together in a spirit of friendship, and influences man to recognize the blessings of becoming his brother’s keeper.

Those who do not weep, do not see.

Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.

Century after century, the belief that an individual’s physical health was independent of his or her emotional health has so dominated medical thought that there has even been open contempt for anyone who would dare...

The UnchangingSun-swept beaches with a light wind blowingFrom the immense blue circle of the sea,And the soft thunder where long waves whiten—These were the same for Sappho as for me.Two thousand years—much has gone by...

I hadn’t said goodbye. It had been easier, like always, to just disappear, sparing myself the messy details of another farewell. Now, my fingers hovered over my track pad, moving the cursor down to his...

I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.

He’d always known that shit rolled downhill, but he never knew tears did the same thing.

Sorrow is humbling. I want my pain to be fabulous. I don’t need my pain to be worse than anyone else’s; I just want it to be strangely, uniquely mine. Art to someone else’s breakdown....

[…] zoals zij in de bus op weg naar Wierenbeke achter de chauffeur had gezeten met al het verdriet van Belgie in haar ogen.

When clouds of pain loom in the skyWhen a shadow of sadness flickers byWhen a tear finds its way to the eyeWhen fear keeps the loneliness aliveI try and console my heartWhy is it that...

Maybe their sorrow over children that never came should have brought the two men closer. But sorrow is unreliable in that way. When people don’t share it there’s a good chance that it will drive...

Here is a commandment for you: seek happiness in sorrow. Work, work tirelessly.

So much ice.She thumbed a drying tear away.How much water can the weight of ice carry?

I think unconsciously I was afraid that if she asked me how I felt, my unleashed grief and rage would kill us all. In some unadmitted corner of myself I was already weeping and screaming...

We only understand the true love of our lives when we bound ourself within the boundries of right and wrong.

Tears never were worth the effort of crying them.

Love for the beauty of the soul. I shall love you always. When the flower of life has gone, ever I shall find you. When all is lost and winter comes, I shall be your...

He stumbled out of his phlegmatic apathy,when she entered his life like an epiphany.

I’ll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you’ve broken me into a perpetual state...

The burden of this world is too great for one man to bear, and the world’s sorrow too heavy for one heart to suffer.

so much is happening now; you must be patient like someone who is sick, and confident like someone who is recovering; for perhaps you are both. And more: you are also the doctor, who has...

It sounded old. Deserve. Old and tired and beaten to death. Deserve. Now it seemed to him that he was always saying or thinking that he didn’t deserve some bad luck, or some bad treatment...

What a tale he’s told, what a bitter bowl of war he’s drunk to the dregs.

Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor?Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest.Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,...

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the...