#sorrow

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. ↗

— Augusten Burroughs

#lonely #sad #sadness #sorrow #sad

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#grief #loss #mourning #sadness #sorrow

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#fairies #fantasy #loss-of-innocence #poetry #sorrow

Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#insight #sorrow #mistakes

I hadn't said goodbye. It had been easier, like always, to just disappear, sparing myself the messy details of another farewell. Now, my fingers hovered over my track pad, moving the cursor down to his comment section before I stopped myself. What was the point? Anything I said now would only be an afterthought. Elizabeth who goes by her middle name ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#military-brats-have-to-move #moving-away #sorrow #military

When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#shakespeare

If for instance the sentiment possessing for the moment the empire of our mind is sorrow, will not the genius sharpen the sorrow and the sorrow purify the genius? Together, will they not be like a cut diamond for which language is only the wax on which they stamp their imprint? I believe that genius, thus awakened, has no need to seek out details, that it scarcely pauses to reflect, that it never thinks of unity: I believe that the details come naturally without search by the poet, that inspiration takes the place of reflection and as for unity, I think there is no unity so perfect as that which results from a heart filled with a single idea...The nature of genius is related to that of instinct; it's operation is both simple and marvelous. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#sorrow #writing #inspirational

Everything human is pathetic. The secret source of humor itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven. ↗

— Mark Twain

#everything #heaven #human #itself #joy

The secret source of humor is not joy but sorrow; there is no humor in Heaven. ↗

— Mark Twain

#humor #joy #secret #sorrow #source

There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope. ↗

— George Eliot

#comes #despair #first #great #healed