#sorrow

Chase away sorrow by living ↗

— Melissa Marr

#faeries #sorrow #wisdom #love

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

Sorrow comes in great waves...but rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us, it leaves us. And we know that if it is strong, we are stronger, inasmuch as it passes and we remain. ↗

— Henry James

#strong

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#sorrow

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#solitude #sorrow #strong