#sorrow

Happiness is an illusion ↗

— ShinigamiGew

#happiness #pain #saddness #sorrow #death

That is fundamentally the only courage which is demanded of us: to be brave in the face of the strangest, most singular and most inexplicable things that can befall us ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#grief #life #loss #love #sorrow

A pedant who beheld Solon weeping for the death of a son said to him, ‘Why do you weep thus, if weeping avails nothing?’ And the sage answered him, ‘Precisely for that reason—because it does not avail. ↗

— Miguel de Unamuno

#death

Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn’t a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping. ↗

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

#life #sorrow #death

The kindness sent from one compassionate soul to another during the time of loss of one held so dear allows the sorrow-filled heart to open wide, filling the space of emptiness that grief may have created with a renewed sense of peace, compassion, and love. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#compassion #death #god #grief #heart

Sorrow spares no one, and scars respect no person. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#respect #sad #scars #sorrow #respect

With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#passions #shallow #sorrows #love

It is the heart that has been pierced that feels the most. ↗

— Jocelyn Murray

#heartbreak #love #sorrow #love

Forgetting! It is a form of suicide, a renunciation of the only good the we truly and ineluctably possess: the past. For if joys alone were forgotten, perhaps oblivion would be justly desired. But we are proud and jealous of our sorrows, we love them, we want to remember them. It is they that comprise the crown of life. ↗

— Igino Ugo Tarchetti

#fosca #memory #sorrow #trans-lawrence-venuti #life

I could tell from Anna's face that she had already told him about dancing in Saint Petersburg and that the memory weighed on her heavily. What monstrous things, our pasts, especially when they have been lovely. She had told a secret and now had the sadness of wondering how much deeper she might dig in order to keep the first secret fed. ↗

— Colum McCann

#secrets #sorrow #love