#sorrow

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#sorrow #tears #water #death

There was a listlessness in his gait, as if he saw no reason for taking one step further, nor felt any desire to do so, but would have been glad, could he be glad of anything, to fling himself down at the root of the nearest tree, and lie there passive for evermore. The leaves might bestrew him, and the soil gradually accumulate and form a little hillock over his frame, no matter whether there were life in it or no. Death was too definite an object to be wished for or avoided. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

#depression #sorrow #death

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. ↗

— Emily Bronte

#people #proud #sad #sorrows #themselves

I -- I alone know how to mourn for him as he deserves.' But while we were still shaking hands, such a look of awful desolation came upon her face that I perceived she was one of those creatures that are not the playthings of Time. For her he had died only yesterday. And, by Jove! the impression was so powerful that for me, too, he seemed to have died only yesterday -- nay, this very minute. I saw her and him in the same instant of time -- his death and her sorrow -- I saw her sorrow in the very moment of his death. Do you understand? I saw them together -- I heard them together. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#death #devotion #mourning #sorrow #time

He that raises a large family does, indeed, while he lives to observe them, stand a broader mark for sorrow; but then he stands a broader mark for pleasure too. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#does #family #indeed #large #large family

I sing my sorrow, and I paint my joy. ↗

— Joni Mitchell

#joy #paint #sing #sorrow

I've never had a divorce, but I've seen so many of my friends, my sister, my family go through that stuff, so I try to write for the people that can't write about it. I take on their sorrow, so I'm able to kind of express it, or their joy. ↗

— Dolly Parton

#about #divorce #express #family #for the people

Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray. ↗

— Jean Paul

#distance #gray #heads #like #look

There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know. ↗

— Jean Paul

#know #mourner #none #sorrow #which

Sorrow makes an ugly face odious. ↗

— Samuel Richardson

#makes #odious #sorrow #ugly