sorrow

I sometimes wish I could spontaneously combust. Burn until nothing but ash is left, to be washed away by the wind and the rain.

I wanted love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything.

Sorrow is the violent smashing of reason, in that reason has no power over it.

my uncle died.and i don't feel sad because he died.but i felt so sad when i realize that i will never see him alive again in my whole life.

Time don't have heart emotions and feelings

Happy?" asked Aquilina, with dreadful look, and a smile full of pity and terror. "Ah, you do not know what it is to be condemned to a life of pleasure.

1I smiled bitterly, a defeated man pitifully begging a God in whom he had never trusted.

I am the shade. Through the dolent city, i flee. Through the eternal woe, i take flight..

I kiss your tear-stained cheeks, tasting the saltiness of a hidden sea of sorrow.

One faerie - and then we were free. Just on more swing of my arm. And maybe one more after that - maybe one more swing, up and inward and into my own heart.

Sometimes, I feel able to write lines about my life and about how I do feel everyday in such a huge book, but sometimes I either prefer to write one word that describe it or just to say nothing at all.

Mourn with those who are sorrowful.Be happy with those who are joyful.

There lives a weeperin each of us-a silent mourner honoring our despairwhen our willingness slain by helplessness continues to resurrect to be slaughtered again

Sometimes I hear the echo of your voice in an empty hall and it reminds me that you're gone.

There was sadness in everything__n the room, in the ringing bird-calls from the garden, in the lit, golden lawn beyond the window, with its single miraculous cherry-tree breaking in immaculate blossom and tossing long foamy sprays against the sky. She was sad to the verge of tears, and yet the sorrow was rich__ suffocating joy.

Through this evening of sentences cut short because their completed meaning was always sorrow, of normal life dissolved to tears, the chords of Beethoven sounded serenely.

In all you do, try being a WOW, and not a woe.

I close my eyes and press my face into his shirt and howl against him, liquid agony pouring from me. He smooths my hair from my face and continues to murmur, but he never shushes me, never tells me to stop. Never tells me it'll be all right. He knows life too well to believe such lies.