#sorrow

It would be nice if life worked this way, stripping the dirt from our lives and sending us back out into the world clean. But some dirt is destined to lingered. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#inspiration #life #problems #sorrows #struggles

I hadn’t understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy,why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life. ↗

— Janet Fitch

#loss #sorrow #life

I remember watching the mascara tears flood the ivories and I thought, "It's OK to be sad." I've been trained to love my darkness. ↗

— Lady Gaga

#love

Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#crying #sorrow #love

You will be a great queen when you come back, you know. And someday you'll love me the way you love your wolf. ↗

— Carrie Jones

#relationships #sorrow #love

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

Isn't it time that these most ancient sorrows of ours grew fruitful? Time that we tenderly loosed ourselves from the loved one, and, unsteadily, survived: the way the arrow, suddenly all vector, survives the string to be more than itself. For abiding is nowhere. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#arrow #love #sorrow #vector #love

Waste forces within him, and a desert all around, this man stood still on his way across a silent terrace, and saw for a moment, lying in the wilderness before him, a mirage of honourable ambition, self-denial, and perseverance. In the fair city of this vision, there were airy galleries from which the loves and graces looked upon him, gardens in which the fruits of life hung ripening, waters of Hope that sparkled in his sight. A moment and it was gone. Climbing to a high chamber in a well of houses, he threw himself down in his clothes on a neglected bed, and its pillow was wet with wasted tears. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#picturesque-description #sorrow #life

Sorrow is what I feel for people who aren’t doing what they love. I keep my distance from them as though they’re contagious. They are, I believe. ↗

— Darnell Lamont Walker

#love