Quotes about Sorrow

Existence, after losing her, would be hell.

In secret pleasure — secret tears. This changeful life has slipped away.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

In every cloud, in every tree — filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women — my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

What have those lonely mountains worth revealing? More glory and more grief than I can tell:

You say I killed you. Haunt me, then!

It's a pity he cannot kill himself with drink.

I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then!

There was such anguish in the gush of grief that accompanied this raving, that my compassion made me overlook its folly.

The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

You said I killed you, haunt me then! …Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you

If I were you, I'd go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog.