#sorrow

An adolescent is somebody who is in between things. A teenager is somebody who's kind of permanently there. And so living with them through the various teenage hopes and sorrows and joys was curiously enough a maturing experience for me. ↗

— Andrew Greeley

#between #curiously #enough #experience #hopes

Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#accomplished #daily #go #great #laboriously

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#bear #does #fruit #god #grow

A propensity to hope and joy is real riches; one to fear and sorrow real poverty. ↗

— David Hume

#hope #joy #poverty #propensity #real

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. ↗

— Jean Ingelow

#build #cries #forth #leaves #old

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#greater #happiness #misery #recall #sorrow

They sat quietly together for a few minutes, Joe holding Fiona's hand, Fiona sniffling. No flowery words, no platitudes passed between them. Joe would have done anything to ease her suffering, but he knew nothing he might do, or say, could. Her grief would run its course, like a fever, and release her when it was spent. He would not shush her or tell her it was God's will and that her da was better off. That was rubbish and they both knew it. When something hurt as bad as this, you had to let it hurt. There were no shortcuts. ↗

— Jennifer Donnelly

#death-and-dying #death-of-a-loved-one #sorrow #unhappiness #death

There was a listlessness in his gait, as if he saw no reason for taking one step further, nor felt any desire to do so, but would have been glad, could he be glad of anything, to fling himself down at the root of the nearest tree, and lie there passive for evermore. The leaves might bestrew him, and the soil gradually accumulate and form a little hillock over his frame, no matter whether there were life in it or no. Death was too definite an object to be wished for or avoided. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

#depression #sorrow #death

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. ↗

— Emily Bronte

#people #proud #sad #sorrows #themselves

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief. ↗

— Jacqueline Carey

#sorrow #time #funny