#sorrow

Do not apologize for crying. Without this emotion, we are only robots. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#sorrow #love

I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#sorrow #love

Even when a river of tears courses through this body, the flame of love cannot be quenched. ↗

— Izumi Shikibu

#sorrow #love

Isn't it time that these most ancient sorrows of ours grew fruitful? Time that we tenderly loosed ourselves from the loved one, and, unsteadily, survived: the way the arrow, suddenly all vector, survives the string to be more than itself. For abiding is nowhere. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#arrow #love #sorrow #vector #love

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

— Bodie Thoene

#sadness #sorrow #love

Fire tests gold, suffering tests brave men. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#grief #hardship #misfortune #sorrow #suffering

Women eat ice-cream, men toast marshmallows. ↗

— Dianna Hardy

#ice-cream #male-bonding #marshmallows #men-and-women #sorrow

Middle children weep longer than their brothers and sisters. Over her mother’s shoulder, stilling her pains and her injured pride, Jackie Lacon watched the party leave. First, two men she had not seen before: one tall, one short and dark. They drove off in a small green van. No one waved to them, she noticed, or even said goodbye. Next, her father left in his own car; lastly a blond, good-looking man and a short fat one in an enormous overcoat like a pony blanket made their way to a sports car parked under the beech trees. For a moment she really thought there must be something wrong with the fat one, he followed so slowly and so painfully. Then, seeing the handsome man hold the car door for him, he seemed to wake, and hurried forward with a lumpy skip. Unaccountably, this gesture upset her afresh. A storm of sorrow seized her and her mother could not console her. ↗

— John le Carré

#men

Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting thorough my open mind possessing and caressing me ↗

— John Lennon

#music #sorrow #universe #music

...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#depression #earth #escape #fear #horror