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

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

You may marry Miss Grey for her fifteen pounds but you will always be my Willoughby. My nightmare. My sorrow. My past. My mistake. My regret. My love.

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

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

If you can’t stay true to your marital vows, you can’t hook up to fulfilment of your marital destiny

I watch my loved ones weep with sorrow, death’s silent torment of no tomorrow. I feel their hearts breaking, I sense their despair, United in misery, the grief that they share. How do I show...

Though the face before me was that of a young woman of certainly not more than thirty years, in perfect health and the first flush of ripened beauty, yet it bore stamped upon it a...

exile is strangely compelling to think about but terrible to experience. It is the unhealable rift forced between a human being and a native place, between the self and its true home: its essential sadness...

Nanak dukhiya sab sansaar!This whole world is ridden with Sorrow.Stop comparing as we all have a fucked up life, family and job! No matter what others show and potray! ;)”Jhaak ke dekhoge (I mean kareeb...

My life is but a weavingBetween my God and me.I cannot choose the colorsHe weaveth steadily.Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;And I in foolish prideForget He sees the upperAnd I the underside.Not ’til the loom is...

The harmonica has musical wind, and is the breath of soul. It’s like a sad, lonely I love you lost in the breeze.

I look back at the glimpse of light in the center of Magdalene, near her heart, and remember the beauty to be found even in sorrow–beauty as a result of transformation, an admission of weakness,...

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.

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,...

I call the right axe Sorrow,” she said. “You know what I call the left one?” “Happiness?” “Sorrow. I can’t tell them apart.

Questions, inside the larger mystery of sorrow, which contains us and our daily transit, and is large enough indeed to contain the whole shifting tidal theater where I make small constructions, my metaphors, my defenses....

It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, music, the physics of falling leaves, vanilla and jasmine,...

There’s release in knowing the truth no matter how anguishing it is. You come finally to the irreducible thing, and there’s nothing left to do but pick it up and hold it. Then, at last,...

Axsem would say nothing more to any of them. No sooner had Fallon released him than he fled deep into the trees, staff in hand, with Hailos following after. Through the morning air, they heard...

I’ve noticed in my life that the people who act as my angels are not some strange angelic creatures that seem almost untouchable, but are more real than that. They are people who have tasted...

Sometimes the bridges you burn light the way out of your darkness, but the memory of the blaze will be burned into your heart and mind forever.

If ever sorrow and suffering set their profaning marks on the youth and beauty of Miss Fairlie’s face, then, and then only, Anne Catherick and she would be the twin-sisters of chance resemblance, the living...

You will be a great queen when you come back, you know. And someday you’ll love me the way you love your wolf.

The dead do not needaspirin orsorrow,I suppose.but they might needrain.not shoesbut a place towalk.not cigarettes,they tell us,but a place to burn.or we’re told:space and a place to flymight be thesame.the dead don’t need me.nor do...

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

The saddest thing about death, whether it’s our own or someone we care for, is when the world doesn’t stop when we do.

There is something sustaining in the very agitation that accompanies the first shocks of trouble, just as an acute pain is often a stimulus, and produces an excitement which is transient strength. It is in...

The heart knoweth its own sorrow and there are times when, like David, it is comforting to think that our tears are put in a bottle and not one of them forgotten by the one...

I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I’m so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that’s all….a day…..an hour.

Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don’t know how to laugh either

Ben hayatın uzak ve yorucu bir köşesine hızla gidip gelmiş gibi oldum bir bakıma. Ardından da tuttum, zaman denen büyük silginin himmetine sığındım.

Too many are sorry where they should be assertive, and nearly moved to aggressive radical action, where they should be apologizing to themselves first, and then the world at large.

War takes so many more casualties than just the dead.

So difficult is it for us to know, with the dead as with the living, whether a thing would cause them joy or sorrow!

In a little while they were kissing. In a little while longer, they made their slow sweet love.The iron bed sounded like a pine forest in an ice storm, like a switch track in a...

No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude and humility. All that we suffer and all...

My life has been full of terrible misfortunes most of which never happened.

Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

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,...

holding the eveningtremblingly close to mei weepinto the sun lettingthe burdenof hopelift off my chesti realizethis is what it meansto be free.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,And therefore I forbid my tears.

Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.

Isabel’s indelible absence is now an organ in our bodies whose sole function is a continuous secretion of sorrow.

My friends, don’t idolize hardship. What you idolize is what your heart will look for and what your heart looks for is what you will have. And don’t capitalize on misfortune, because you will always...

We all struggle alone through the ten thousand joys and ten thousand sorrows of our lives.

For in the sorrow, there is also our happiness.

I waited for dawn, but only because I had forgotten how hard mornings were. For a second I’d be normal. Then came the dim awareness of something off, out of place. Then the truth came...

Positive thoughts emanate when we are in a sate of joy and negative thoughts come when we are in a state of sorrow.