Sorrow Quotes


Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Coldness    Depression    Happiness    Life    Sad    Sadness    Sorrow

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

Fear    Grief    Sorrow

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.

Grief    Mourning    Sadness    Sorrow    Suffering

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.

Delight    Heart    Sorrow    Truth    Weeping

I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.

Dry

Augusten Burroughs

Dry
Loneliness    Lonely    Sad    Sadness    Sorrow

We need never be ashamed of our tears.

Great Expectations

Charles Dickens

Great Expectations
Crying    Shame    Sorrow    Tears

Do not apologize for crying. Without this emotion, we are only robots.

Those who do not weep, do not see.

Les Miserables

Victor Hugo

Deep in earth my love is lying
And I must weep alone.

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.

Joy    Rumi    Sorrow    Transformation

Some of you say, Joy is greater than sorrow, and others say, 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.

النبي

Kahlil Gibran

النبي
Joy    Poetry    Sorrow

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

The Tragedy of Macbeth

William Shakespeare

The Tragedy of Macbeth
Bereavement    Grief    Loss    Mourning    Sadness    Sorrow    Words

Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it.
Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens,
that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook
your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.

Love    Sad    Sadness    Sink    Someday    Sorrow

No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.

Norwegian Wood

Haruki Murakami

Norwegian Wood

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

The Wild Palms

William Faulkner

The Wild Palms


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 sufficient champagne.
Three be the things I shall have till I die:
Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.

Champagne    Contentment    Curiosity    Doubt    Envy    Foes    Friends    Hope    Idleness    Inventory    Knowledge    Laughter    Life    Love    Sorrow    Sufficienty    Superfluity    Unattainable    Values    Wisdom

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

Anger, resentment and jealousy doesn't change the heart of others-- it only changes yours.

grief is a house
where the chairs
have forgotten how to hold us
the mirrors how to reflect us
the walls how to contain us
grief is a house that disappears
each time someone knocks at the door
or rings the bell
a house that blows into the air
at the slightest gust
that buries itself deep in the ground
while everyone is sleeping
grief is a house where no one can protect you
where the younger sister
will grow older than the older one
where the doors
no longer let you in
or out

Bereavement    Grief    Mourning    Poetry    Sorrow


Time Does Not Bring Relief
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, There is no memory of him here!
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

Collected Poems

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Collected Poems

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 had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.

Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.

Farewells    Gandalf    Goodbye    Leaving    Sorrow

I wish to weep
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe
but belief is a
graveyard.

Belief    Life    Perseverance    Pessimism    Sorrow    Weeping

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 that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God . . . and it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire and which will make us more like our Father and Mother in heaven.

Endurance    Experience    Faith    Fortitude    Humility    Pain    Patience    Sorrow    Suffering    Trial


The Uses Of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.

Thirst: Poems

Mary Oliver poet

Thirst: Poems

That same night, I wrote my first short story. It took me thirty minutes. It was a dark little tale about a man who found a magic cup and learned that if he wept into the cup, his tears turned into pearls. But even though he had always been poor, he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife's slain body in his arms.

Contentment    Cring    Fables    Greed    Poverty    Sorrow    Tears    Wealth

I remember watching the mascara tears flood the ivories and I thought, "It's OK to be sad." I've been trained to love my darkness.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall

Ballads and Other Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ballads and Other Poems
Heart    Life    Poetry    Sorrow

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

Goodbye    Grief    Parting    Sadness    Sorrow    Sweetness

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.

Acceptance    Actions    Beliefs    Common sense    Confusion    Disbelief    Evidence    Faith    Family    Hoping    Life purpose    Love    Mixed signals    Obvious    Outrage    Proof    Reality    Religion    Sorrow    Timing    Truth    Unrequited love

Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

Melancholy    Pleasure    Sad    Sorrow

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.


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 ...
...One day, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong.
But not today. It could not be today.

A Clash of Kings

George R.R. Martin

A Clash of Kings

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

Acceptance    Adversity    Best friend    Breakups    Caring    Child    Cruelty    Dad    Dumped    Endings    Family    Friendship    Hurt    Illness    Love    Mental disorders    Misunderstood fights    Mom    Pain    Rejection    Sorrow    Spouse    Support    Support system    Tough times    Trials    True friendship

It’s not that we have to quit
this life one day, but it’s how
many things we have to quit
all at once: music, laughter,
the physics of falling leaves,
automobiles, holding hands,
the scent of rain, the concept
of subway trains... if only one
could leave this life slowly!

Automobiles    Beauty    Carpe diem    Dying    Holding hands    Laughter    Leaves    Life    Loss    Music    Rain    Regret    Sorrow    Subway    Trains

Half the night I waste in sighs,
Half in dreams I sorrow after
The delight of early skies;
In a wakeful dose I sorrow
For the hand, the lips, the eyes,
For the meeting of the morrow,
The delight of happy laughter,
The delight of low replies.

Maud, and other poems

Alfred Tennyson

Maud, and other poems

Kindness
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing
inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.


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 sodden as one another.
Sorry
is a lot of things. It's a hole refilled. A debt repaid.
Sorry
is the wake of misdeed. It's the crippling ripple of consequence.
Sorry
is sadness, just as knowing is sadness.
Sorry
is sometimes self-pity. But
Sorry
, really, is not about you. It's theirs to take or leave.
Sorry
means you leave yourself open, to embrace or to ridicule or to revenge.
Sorry
is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won't settle until things are set right and true.
Sorry
doesn't take things back, but it pushes things forward. It bridges the gap.
Sorry
is a sacrament. It's an offering. A gift.

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

Before I Die

Jenny Downham

Before I Die
Leaving    Love    Sorrow    Tessa

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up

Faith    Inspiration    Life    Sorrow    Wisdom    Worry

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 just standing there, being still, being sad.

In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares. The older have learned to ever expect it. I am anxious to afford some alleviation of your present distress. Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You can not now realize that you will ever feel better. Is not this so? And yet it is a mistake. You are sure to be happy again. To know this, which is certainly true, will make you some less miserable now. I have had experience enough to know what I say; and you need only to believe it, to feel better at once.

Sorrow comes in great waves...but rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us, it leaves us. And we know that if it is strong, we are stronger, inasmuch as it passes and we remain.

Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow.

My Name Is Red

Ohran Pamuk

My Name Is Red
Books    Insight    Sorrow

When someone you love says goodbye you can stare long and hard at the door they closed and forget to see all the doors God has open in front of you.

Beginnings    Choices    Doors    Endings    Faith    Future    Giving up    Goals    God s plan    Goodbyes    Hope    Letting go    Love    Moving on    Plans    Regret    Sorrow

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 actions—you'd be doomed. You'd be as ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.

Der blinde Mörder

Margaret Atwood

Der blinde Mörder
Carelessness    Despair    Ignorance    Insight    Loneliness    Love    Sorrow    Wisdom

We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost.

All Quiet on the Western Front

Erich Maria Remarque

All Quiet on the Western Front
Children    Forlorn    Lost    Old    Soldiers    Sorrow    War

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Verse XXVII

Bereavement    Consolation    Loss    Love    Poetry    Sorrow


Love Sorrow
Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must
take care of what has been
given. Brush her hair, help her
into her little coat, hold her hand,
especially when crossing a street. For, think,
what if you should lose her? Then you would be
sorrow yourself; her drawn face, her sleeplessness
would be yours. Take care, touch
her forehead that she feel herself not so
utterly alone. And smile, that she does not
altogether forget the world before the lesson.
Have patience in abundance. And do not
ever lie or ever leave her even for a moment
by herself, which is to say, possibly, again,
abandoned. She is strange, mute, difficult,
sometimes unmanageable but, remember, she is a child.
And amazing things can happen. And you may see,
as the two of you go
walking together in the morning light, how
little by little she relaxes; she looks about her;
she begins to grow.

Pain    Poetry    Sorrow

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