I wanted to putt my hand on this hand and hold it still under mine, made still by his made still. Oh he was bright and I was dark and I gave him all my...

I’ve learned that from a war ignited by revenge, nothing can be born, but sorrow. – Aladdin

To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently abeast!

In cities where peace and the arts flourish, men are more consumed by jealousy, worry, and anxiety than they are in cities under the blight of a besieging army. Private sorrows are more bitter than...

The truth is,’ replied Dantes, ‘that I am too happy for noisy mirth; …joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.

They say my verse is sad: no wonder.Its narrow measure spansRue for eternity, and sorrowNot mine, but man’sThis is for all ill-treated fellowsUnborn and unbegot,For them to read when they’re in troubleAnd I am not.

මිනිසුන් දුකේම සිටින විට ඒ දුකක් බව තේරුම් ගන්නේ නැත. එය හරියට පෙරහැර තුල සිටින්නන්ට නොව පෙරහරෙන් පිටත සිටින්නන්ට එහි රඟ පෙනෙන්නාසේය.

Beauty was worthIts every sorrow, mind’s fading or World’s ending,As darkness covered the garden that is the earth.

Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn’t a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.

This was the first of the sorrows of Turin.

The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.

You have to. You can’t bleed it out. You can’t keep pretending, drinking it down.

Every ounce of his soul tells him this will make a good story to tell his friends—an anecdote in the biography, an incident in the life. But part of the sorrow he feels—and it is...

Parables, yes. We here are to lead life with woe. Tasting bitter.the Tai Chi instructor

In my dream, people apologized for things that were about to happen, and lit candles by inhaling.

Gdje su zlatne ptice ljudskih snova, preko kojih se to bezbrojnih mora i vrletnih planina do njih dolazi? Da li nam se ta duboka čežnja djetinje nerazumnosti posigurno javlja samo kao tužni znak izvezen na...

Now I lay facedown on the bed, sobbing for the womanwho once slept here not knowing that someday one of herworst fears would come true

that old irrepressible-impossible- hope.” And I thought no, this doesn’t feel like hope. But maybe that’s what hope is, no shining thing but a kind of sustenance, plain as bread, the ordinary thing that feeds...

One faerie – and then we were free. Just on more swing of my arm. And maybe one more after that – maybe one more swing, up and inward and into my own heart.

Had I owned the words I would’ve told him what my heart intuited – that joy and sorrow often travel the same road and sometimes, whether by grace or misfortune, they meet and become each...

Fire tests gold, suffering tests brave men.

Kyoko sniffs, unable to speak. Sometimes saying nothing means most of all.

Anagram of Seeking by Susan Laughter Meyers Sit, unplanted, with your back to a tree, or sink to your knees.If sorrow drowns the hour, let yourself keen, each hurt recalled, the heart a siegeof old...

One of the hardest things you will ever have to go through is the death of a child. The second hardest thing you will ever have to go through is having a child die at...

In this sad world of ours sorrow comes to all and it often comes with bitter agony. Perfect relief is not possible except with time. You cannot now believe that you will ever feel better....

No time for happiness, no time for sorrow. Work is the best of physicians.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly

How small an selfish is sorrow. But it bangs one about until one is senseless. (letter to Edith Sitwell, shortly after the death of George VI)

I am full of the sorrow that goes with changes in surroundings, those successive stages of annihilation that slowly lead to the great and final void.

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.

There is a bond of fellowship in sorrow that knows no conventionality.

Keep your heart infinitesimally small and sorrow will never spy it, never plunge, never flap away with your heart in her claws.

A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A fool to snap my lily. My garden-plot...

The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understood it.

There is a certain pleasure in weeping

Each tear longs to kiss sorrow

Love SorrowLove sorrow. She is yours now, and you musttake care of what has beengiven. Brush her hair, help herinto her little coat, hold her hand,especially when crossing a street. For, think,what if you should...

And sorrows return, though we drown them with wine,Since the world can in no way answer our craving,I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat.

His strength for your weakness! His wisdom for your folly! His drive for your drift! His grace for your greed! His love for your lust! His peace for your problems! His joy for your sorrow!...

No one ever told me how sorrow traumatizes your heart, making you think it will never beat exactly the same way again. No one ever told me how grief feels like a wet sock in...

You wondered what was in whale’s milk. Now you know. Think of the force down there, just telling things to get born, just to be!”I had had no answer for her then. Now I might...

To laugh often and much,to win the respect of the intelligent peopleand the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest criticsand endure the betrayal of false friends;to appreciate beauty;to find the best in...

The only thing grief as taught me is to know how shallow it is.

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

I whisper over to myself the way of loss, the names of the dead. One by one, we lose our loved ones, our friends, our powers of work and pleasure, our landmarks, the days of...

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.

For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge the more grief.

In freedom you form in utter disgrace,the bars of my prison this night.While you drift on currents of seraphim heights,it is I who deserve to take flight.

The only thing to do with one’s old sorrows is to tuck them up neatly in their shroud and turn one’s face away from their grave towards what is coming next.

I had this dream about you last night. We were still married. I was giving you a haircut, like I always did, being careful to trim around the scar on the back of your head....