There are many backstabbing friends who in your hard time will ignore you, without to ask something from them. You just are filled with sadness and they don’t confide in you anymore. The downside of your hard time is being considered rude, negative, boorish and insistent.

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 of my leaving prison both the laburnum and the lilac will be blooming in the gardens, and that I shall...

Those who do not weep, do not see.

Truly there are different kinds of pain. But the most agonizing is the pain of regret, for which there is no lasting relief and no remedy.

My pain builds like storm clouds―massive, dark, and heavy with teardrops. Moisture falls torrential as if my world is a violent, eternal downpour; however, at long last the source runs dry and the bitter storm does cease. Blue skies dare to glow where the gloom has dissipated. I breathe it in, hoping to cleanse my...

Sometimes all you can do is hug a friend tightly and wish that their pain could be transferred by touch to your own emotional hard drive.

Death. What a brief word for the extinguishing of life. To be no more. To have days cut off and at their end. To never again……….anything.

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 created with a renewed sense of peace, compassion, and love.

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.

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.

Lives here, in each of us.

No one likes a person that “should of” all over the place.

Your heart will always go where your mind wanders.

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me;In exile thy bosom shall still be my home,And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we: For such as we are made of, such we be

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, action nor utterance, nor the power of speech, to stir men’s blood. I only speak right on. I tell you that which you yourselves do know.

The most confused you will ever get is when you try to convince your heart and spirit of something your mind knows is a lie.

Every broken heart has one time or another asked, “What is important to me now?

Sometimes you can be touched by God, but not healed. Often when this happens, he is using your pain for a greater purpose.

It is not lies or a lack of loyalty that ends a relationship. It is the agonizing truth that one person feels in their heart on a daily basis. It is realizing that you are coping and not living. It is the false belief that there is a verse, quote, phrase or talk that will...

If there were a sympathy in choice,War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it,Making it momentary as a sound,Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,Brief as the lightning in the collied nightThat, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,And ere a man hath power to say ‘Behold!’The jaws of darkness do devour...

A best friend is the only one that walks into your life when the world has walked out.

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 forever,Change takes the gods and ships and speech of men—But here on the beaches that time passes overThe heart aches...

I heard sad choirs in my mind. There was nothing left of Rachel in the world. He cherished what he’d shown me, and now it was gone. Eureka.

We shall enjoy itAs for him who findsfault, may sillinessand sorrow take him!

Life turns to be colorless when people you trust the most ignore in times of sorrow.

The sorrows and disasters of Europe always brought fortune to America.

The possibilities were endless. Battles would be fought. Wonders revealed. Many journeys. Many lands. Many joys. Many sorrows.But stories all…

Free yourself from the poisonous and laborious burden of holding a grudge. When you hold a grudge, you want someone else’s sorrow to reflect your level of hurt, but the two rarely meet. Let go… Sometimes, forgiveness is simply a reflection of loving yourself enough to move on.

Bitterness and resentment are a bottomless well. They can only be healed by the phenomenon of someone else’s sorrow rising to your level of pain… it never happens – save yourself endless hurt.

You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.

It depends on you whether you want wrinkles or dimples on your face.

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 from others. He’d told Guitar that he didn’t ‘deserve’ his family’s dependence, hatred, or whatever. That he didn’t even ‘deserve’...

Not sorry, not calling, not cryingAll will pass like smoke of white apple treesSeized by the gold of autumn,I will no longer be young.

When my mother died, I thought I’d drown in sorrow. But my grandmother said something very wise, and I’ve always held it close to my heart. She said that not even the sea is infinite, and neither is grief.

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 our hearts. Comfort gently expands our spirits so that we can breathe again. Comfort opens our eyes so that we...

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

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up

Time don’t have heart emotions and feelings

Fire tests gold, suffering tests brave men.

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

zoom lens effect,” in which the focus is entirely on oneself, to the exclusion of external considerations.

Undo it, take it back, make every day the previous one until I am returned to the day before the one that made you gone. Or set me on an airplane traveling west, crossing the date line again and again, losing this day, then that, until the day of loss still lies ahead, and you...

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.

Genius is sorrow’s child.

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

Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.

Earthly contemplation means to the Christian, we have said, this above all: that behind all that we directly encounter the Face of the incarnate Logos becomes visible… Contemplation does not ignore the “historical Gethsemane,” does not ignore the mystery of evil, guilt and its bloody atonement. The happiness of contemplation is a true happiness, indeed...

How could I have been so ignorant? she thinks. So stupid, so unseeing, so given over to carelessness. But without such ignorance, such carelessness, how could we live? If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own...

As a kid I heard the word malignancy as “Malig-Nancy” like an evil woman’s name, no matter how many times Kiwi and the Chief and Dr. Gautman himself corrected me. Our mother had mistaken her first symptoms for a pregnancy, and so I still pictured the Malig-Nancy as a baby, a tiny, eyeless fist of...