#sorrow

But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love. ↗

— Stephen King

#remorse #sorrow #sorry #stephen-king #love

No truth can cure the sadness we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness, can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see that sadness through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sadness that comes to us without warning. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#kindness #learning #sadness #sincerity #sorrow

We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost. ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#forlorn #lost #old #soldiers #sorrow

I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you’d live to be a hundred years old. I didn’t know. I didn’t know that you were ashamed of me. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#daughter #jalil #men #sad #sorrow

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

Sorry. Sorry means you feel the pulse of other people's pain as well as your own, and saying it means you take a share of it. And so it binds us together, makes us trodden and sodden as one another. Sorry is a lot of things. It's a hole refilled. A debt repaid. Sorry is the wake of misdeed. It's the crippling ripple of consequence. Sorry is sadness, just as knowing is sadness. Sorry is sometimes self-pity. But Sorry, really, is not about you. It's theirs to take or leave. Sorry means you leave yourself open, to embrace or to ridicule or to revenge. Sorry is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won't settle until things are set right and true. Sorry doesn't take things back, but it pushes things forward. It bridges the gap. Sorry is a sacrament. It's an offering. A gift. ↗

— Craig Silvey

#jasper-jones #redemption #sorrow #sorry #forgiveness

I cannot sleep - great joy is as restless as great sorrow. ↗

— Fanny Burney

#great #great joy #i #joy #restless