sorrow

I__ not weeping, I__ not complaining,Happiness is not for me.

She left, never to return. I planted a tree and a seed each time I thought of her. I grew a small forest and a large garden and had no one to give the orchids to.

There is often grief that comes with loving, Moshe. But it is worth it.

For he was the Fool now, all of Lord Chance and Lady Amber and Lord Golden scraped away by sorrow. He was no one's Beloved now.

Every heart has a layer of sadness, whether deeply buried or covering the surface for all to see.

Sadness is like sandpaper; it rubs at our sharper edges, softening and humbling us, making us ready for a coat of compassion.

Today my uncle died.and i am not feeling sad because he is dead.i am sad about that i can never see him alive again in my whole life.

A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy.

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn__ want to cause any unhappiness now__n that way, I decided it was probably better than he wasn__ here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

When I was a girl I would look out my bedroom window at the caterpillars; I envied them so much. No matter what they were before, no matter what happened to them, they could just hide away and turn into these beautiful creatures that could fly away completely untouched.

I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.

Sorrow is sorrow.

Why are you sad, when you can sing a song?

I think unconsciously I was afraid that if she asked me how I felt, my unleashed grief and rage would kill us all. In some unadmitted corner of myself I was already weeping and screaming and begging her not to leave me, not to go. If I started crying for real, only her comfort could make me stop, and if she died before she had finished comforting me, then I would be left to cry forever.

How could we be sorrow, if there is a song?

It is the heart that has been pierced that feels the most.

Women eat ice-cream, men toast marshmallows.