Quotes about Sorrow

The street resembled fairgrounds deserted in haste. There was a little of everything: suitcases, briefcases, bags, knives, dishes, banknotes, papers, faded portraits. All the things one planned to take along and finally left behind. They had ceased to matter.

Since my father's death, nothing mattered to me anymore.

If she had been born a hundred years later, she would very likely have been encouraged to be angry, told she had a right to express her anger and her sorrow and her bewilderment and her rage, and generally to disintegrate. These were not the expectations of her friends and family. Nothing could have been further from her expectations of herself. Instead, she threw herself into serving others.

This is one of the magnificent paradoxes of the cross: You bring to the cross your weakness and you receive God's strength. You bring Him your sins and you receive His righteousness. You bring Him your sorrows and you receive His joy.

You have entered an abnormal, lonely, and unwelcome new world where you are nothing but an island of sadness.

O Sorrow, wilt Thou live with meNo casual mistress, but a wife.

Grief is the truest evidence of love. And we should always be grateful to have something to love, even if it means that we have to lose it.

It is good to divert our sorrow for other things to the root of all, which is sin. Let our grief run most in that channel, that as sin bred grief, so grief may consume sin.

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

The birth, death, and resurrection of Jesus means that one day everything sad will come untrue.

If he didn't love so deeply, he couldn't grieve so deeply. But he's drowning in it.

The sun appeared over the hillside. "I'm tired, Tom." "It's okay to go home,' he choked. "Hold my hand?" His arms tightened around her and his fingers interlaced with hers. She closed her eyes against the brightness. "I love you." "I love you too," he whispered. Jennifer died feeling the warmth of the rising sun