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#sorrow

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Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.


Franz Schubert


#joy #nobody #sorrow #understands

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.


William Shakespeare


#good night #i #morrow #night #parting

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.


William Shakespeare


#battalions #come #single #sorrows #spies

Not in sorrow freely is never to open the bosom to the sweets of the sunshine.


William Gilmore Simms


#freely #never #open #sorrow #sunshine

Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength.


Charles Spurgeon


#anxiety #does #empties #empty #only

What is the life of man! Is it not to shift from side to side? From sorrow to sorrow? To button up one cause of vexation! And unbutton another!


Laurence Sterne


#button #cause #life #man #shift

How is it that from beauty I have derived a type of unloveliness? - from the covenant of peace, a simile of sorrow? But as, in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so, in fact, out of joy is sorrow born.


Edgar Allan Poe's "Berenice"


#inspirational-quotes #interesting-quotes #sorrow #beauty

That same night, I wrote my first short story. It took me thirty minutes. It was a dark little tale about a man who found a magic cup and learned that if he wept into the cup, his tears turned into pearls. But even though he had always been poor, he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife's slain body in his arms.


Khaled Hosseini


#cring #fables #greed #poverty #sorrow

grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping grief is a house where no on can protect you where the younger sister will grow older than the older one where the doors no longer let you in or out


Jandy Nelson


#grief #mourning #poetry #sorrow #sisters

At some point, it's time to stop fighting with death, my thighs and the way things are. And to realize that emotional eating in nothing but bolting from multiple versions of the above: the obsession will stop when the bolting stops. And at that point, we might answer, as spiritual teacher Catherine Ingram did, when someone asked how she allowed herself to tolerate deep sorrow, "I live among the brokenhearted. They allow it.


Geneen Roth


#self #sorrow #weight #death






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