The branches of the trees looked as if they were holding hands and bowing their heads in prayer.

lessen as time passes,” but it isn’t true. Sorrow and loss are constant, but if we all had to go through our whole lives carrying them the whole time, we wouldn’t be able to stand...

…to return to their ‘native soil,’ as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and...

Women eat ice-cream, men toast marshmallows.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.

A grief travels with us as far as we carry it.

. . .the sorrows of the heart yearn to be erased, for one final atonementfinite and forgetting and whole—but time in its preservingwill not permit forgetting; destroyingonly when we can no longer begor argue with...

What was it like to lose him?” Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:It was like hearing every goodbye ever said tome— said all at once.

They sat quietly together for a few minutes, Joe holding Fiona’s hand, Fiona sniffling. No flowery words, no platitudes passed between them. Joe would have done anything to ease her suffering, but he knew nothing...

You’re gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

My wails of sorroware tormenting my soul

I wanted to cry, but the tears did not come.

Then one morning she’d begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn’t remember...

True sorrow is as rare as true love.

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

Get the hell off your ass, stop feeling sorry for yourself. Walk down the hall with that Physical Therapist so you can get on with your life!” A little anger in a person can push...

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...

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before–more sorry, more...

We were talking the other evening about the phrases one uses when trying to comfort someone who is in distress. I told him that in English we sometimes say, ‘I’ve been there.’ This was unclear...

Everything I touch dies in my hand and the same thing’s happening to you. You were vibrant when I met you, and now I’ve blanched the color from your cheeks and caused you nothing but...

For it is now to us itself ancient; and yet its maker was telling of things already old and weighted with regret, and he expended his art in making keen that touch upon the heart...

But as in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of today, or the agonies which are...

Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows.

I wanted love to conquer all. But love can’t conquer anything.

We all want to do something to mitigate the pain of loss or to turn grief into something positive, to find a silver lining in the clouds. But I believe there is real value in...

There was a listlessness in his gait, as if he saw no reason for taking one step further, nor felt any desire to do so, but would have been glad, could he be glad of...

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Behind every trial and sorrow that He makes us shoulder, God has a reason.

Squiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?”Oh, rather!”What do you do about it?”I generally take a couple of cocktails.

Sometimes you cannot clear the past completely. You must live alongside your sorrow.

There is a point when the anguished soul finally despairs. A moment in life when the heart, the will, even the spirit crumbles. Some say that after much grief and drowning in tears, it is...

You know what ‘Dolores’ means? It’s Latin, means sadness. Our Lady of Sorrow. Why are you so sad?

She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place...

All my life I’d been a believing Christian. … But that instant in the ER–the instant Annette [his wife] died–I seemed to feel my religious faith die, too.As I thought more about it in the...

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

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.

a miser is someone who has a heart and refuses to love!

It is time to end a story that began in sorrow and ordeal and has ended in a deep and lasting happiness. May it be so for others.

Healing is the journey. The destination is our self. The full recognition of all the different aspects of our self — our joy, our sorrow, our pain, our pleasure….all lead us to the source of...

Inventory:”Four be the things I am wiser to know:Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.Four be the things I’d been better without:Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.Three be the things I shall never attain:Envy, content, and...

I think a lot of psychopaths are just geniuses who drove so fast that they lost control.

Consider it a gift that you didn’t have to unwrap.

Extreme joy and extreme sorrow are indistinguishable beyond a certain point. (“Jane Brown’s Body”)

As long as there is one person suffering an injustice; as long as one person is forced to bear an unnecessary sorrow; as long as one person is subject to an undeserved pain, the worship...

She breathed in the crisp autumn air, hoping the loveliness of nature would somehow cleanse her soul and overshadow her sorrow.

The depth of my sorrow is the height of my joy.

Things must be done, life must go on. Life would go on, even if every breath she took hurt, even if her joints ached when she moved. Sorry and loneliness were an insidious evil, for...

This world is all vanity. It is a tempest hurling us from one sorrow to another.

When hearts speak, they touch each other and transform the deepest sorrow.

Just know the night won’t last forever, and the daybreak is just around the corner. The rain only lasts so long, until it has to stop again. There won’t always be sorrow. Tomorrow is another...