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Quotes about Sorrow

In a world of sorrow, love was an act of will. All you needed were the right ingredients.
— Alice Hoffman
That was the sorrow of it. He saw the light but never expected the darkness.
— Alice Hoffman
Sally...can no longer think of love as a reality, or even as a possibility, however remote.
— Alice Hoffman
Your grief won't go away; it's not a door you can close,or a book you can put back on the shelf,or a kiss you can give back once it's given. This is the way the world is now. Keep the worst things to yourself, like a bone in your throat.
— Alice Hoffman
The wickedness of the world was a part of creation, I knew this, and the Angel of Death had been created on that day when life first appeared, yet i was embittered, I wept for what i had lost and what the world had lost and would yet lose again.
— Alice Hoffman
I had lost my mother and my father and my sister, and sometimes when I caught a glimpse of myself in a shop window, I wondered if perhaps I hadn't lost myself as well
— Alice Hoffman
Unable are the Loved to die, for Love is Immortality," the
— Alice Hoffman
There are secrets that must be held close, and most of these have to do with the wounding of the human heart, for sorrow spoken aloud is sorrow lived through twice.
— Alice Hoffman
That was history, in his opinion: that sorrow was unalterable and ever present. That tears could be preserved in the hardest granite.
— Alice Hoffman
Here's the thing, say Shug. The thing I believe. God is inside you and inside everybody else. You come into the world with God. But only them that search for it inside find it. And some-times it just manifest itself even if you not looking, or don't know what you looking for l. Trouble do it for most folks, I think. Sorrow, Lord. Feeling like shit.
— Alice Walker
I do not grieve in the abstract, but in the heart.
— Alice Walker
No one escapes a time in life when the arrow of sorrow, of anger, of despair pierces the heart. For many of us, there is the inevitable need to circle the wound. It is often such a surprise to find it there, in us, when we had assumed arrows so painful only landed in the hearts of other people. Some of us spend decades screaming at the archer. Or at least for longer periods than are good for us. How to take the arrow out of the heart? How to learn to relieve our own pain? That is the question.
— Alice Walker