Sorrow Quotes - Page 8

And of course she understood now why her body wanted to run whenever he appeared. It was a correct instinct, for there was nothing to be got from this but sadness.

Rejection is one of the worse forms of pain. Loss is the worst. Grief haunts until you allow yourself to move on.

Not for the first time, it occurred to me that sorrow could be purified into song the same way a piece of coal is purified into a diamond.

I dressed to their murmurs in the other room, their voices soft but strained, and I wondered if men ever talked like this, if their sorrows ever spilled into these secret cadences.

Too much of anything is not good. But I love her too much.

Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too.

You told me how much you hate me when yesterday you told me how much you love me, what happen?

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.

Each tear longs to kiss sorrow

I just wished they'd see Mari, their daughter. I wished they saw how much I liked art and how much I didn't want to dedicate my life to something I wasn't passionate about.

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 pain.

the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings

Secrets are festering parasites to a relationship, devouring their hosts from within, leaving behind a empty hollow husk of what once was.

We may have to face God's truth about our pain-it is real, but we must be careful not to get God and life mixed up. God does not cause the pain and sorrow. He suffers with us and desires to comfort us as only he can.

Pain is like love; indescribable

Weep hard as much as you need; but do not let your tears pursue the sorrow for the rest of your life.

We only understand the true love of our lives when we bound ourself within the boundries of right and wrong.

Dance your pain, sing your sorrows, because there is nothing else tomorrow.

Other people's sorrows and joys have a way of reminding us of our own; we partly emphasize with them because we ask ourselves: What about me? What does this say about my life, my pains, my anguish?

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly