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...

Be sure that your praise songs are numbered higher than your sorrowful dirges and your utmost hope, firmer than your woeful regrets. Be positive.

A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of its...

I am alone. I am here. No one is watching me. In these hours of silence that I cherish, I talk to myself and reflect. That past, entrenched in time, motionless and infinite, has vanished...

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.What are brief? today and tomorrow.What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.What are deep? the ocean and truth.

Even our tears of repentance need to be washed in the blood of the Lamb.

It was the sibling thing, I suppose. I was fascinated by the intricate tangle of love and duty and resentment that tied them together. The glances they exchanged; the complicated balance of power established over...

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,the more joy you can contain.Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?And is not the lute that...

One day I have to wake up and realize that you are gone.

Six monthsIt been six months since you passed How long must these feelings of loss last ?It’s been six months since you died,on the surface it appears I never really cried. I hide away my...

But time heals, as they say, or more to the point, fresher wounds help us to forget the old scars.

A tiding of magpies: One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told

Since knowledge is but sorrow’s spy, It is not safe to know.

Sorrow makes us all children again, destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest knows nothing.

But even of him I can think of with sorrow, now at this moment.Those times, those people…have gone. How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.

When a small group of people come together to relive the Salem witch hunts, God cries. For if anything is sorrowful to God, it is evil done in his name. When you find out you...

As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.

I know I could have saved your ashes to put into the ocean, but I wanted you to have the journey, all the way with the currents, to the open sea. And I know that...

He who puts off the light of another had sown the seed of darkness into his own future.

Tell me you won’t go, tell me you’ll stay forever, tell me you love me.

Sorry.Sorry means you feel the pulse of other people’s pain as well as your own, and saying it means you take a share of it. And so it binds us together, makes us trodden and...

Knowledge is power, as some say. But on some days it is just as much pain and confusion as it is power; and any wise man worth his salt as a wise man at least...

Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.

Divorce is the second worst event in a person’s life. The worst event, of course, is marriage.

Pain is like love; indescribable

It’s a world of sorrow, Oddie, because we make it so.

A pedant who beheld Solon weeping for the death of a son said to him, ‘Why do you weep thus, if weeping avails nothing?’ And the sage answered him, ‘Precisely for that reason—because it does...

Sometimes the sound of silence is the most deafening sound of all.

And in myself, too, many things have perished which, I imagined, would last for ever, and new structures have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not...

The mighty Mahmúd, Allah-breathing Lord,That all the misbelieving and black HordeOf Fears and Sorrows that infest the SoulScatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.

I wanted to share the risks the digger in Afghanistan took every day. Whenever I could I joined patrols ‘outside the wire’, walking the same dusty tracks and fields as the ordinary soldiers. I did...

The kindness sent from one compassionate soul to another during the time of loss of one held so dear allows the sorrow-filled heart to open wide, filling the space of emptiness that grief may have...

Drink my friends. You can never drink too much alcohol when you have drunk too much sorrow.” – Peter Kotara.

Contrary to what a lot of people believe (or hope), comfort doesn’t take the pain away. Comfort slides in beside the pain, pulling up a chair so that we have something more than sorrow in...

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

We loved—and were fated to sorrow. But from our striving and from our sorrow we fashioned The Oldest Story in the World.

Often people that settle in life are those that only do what they can with what they have and where they are. Never settle for someone that didn’t know your worth from the beginning, or...

Astley comes to my side. “Are you well?” “No,” I tell him, voice hoarse. “I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don’t know…I don’t know if...

If only sorrow could bring hope, I’d learn to live again

I, answering in the end, began: ‘Alas,how many yearning thoughts, what great desire,have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?

Was then not all sorrow in time, all self-torment and fear in time? Were not all difficulties and evil in the world conquered as soon as one conquered time, as soon as one dispelled time?

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no...

Past tears are present strength.

Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall–the blind belief in fate, the whole...

And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be

It’s funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters.

Nay, sorrow is the greater.”But I say unto you, they are inseparable.Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.