#sorrow

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you. ↗

— Jenny Downham

#love #sorrow #tessa #love

One third, more or less, of all the sorrow that the person I think I am must endure is unavoidable. It is the sorrow inherent in the human condition, the price we must pay for being sentient and self-conscious organisms, aspirants to liberation, but subject to the laws of nature and under orders to keep on marching, through irreversible time, through a world wholly indifferent to our well-being, toward decrepitude and the certainty of death. The remaining two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, so far as the universe is concerned, unnecessary. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#sorrow #death

Inventory: "Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe. Four be the things I'd been better without: Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt. Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne. Three be the things I shall have till I die: Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#contentment #curiosity #doubt #envy #foes

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. ↗

— Anne Fortier

#love #romeo-and-juliet #sorrow #love

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

— Bodie Thoene

#sadness #sorrow #love

I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#process #sorrow #observation

It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others ↗

— Jacqueline Carey

#sorrow #observation

We all want to do something to mitigate the pain of loss or to turn grief into something positive, to find a silver lining in the clouds. But I believe there is real value in just standing there, being still, being sad. ↗

— John Green

#sorrow #values

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