#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

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#mourning #sadness #sorrow #suffering #sad

I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic. ↗

— Augusten Burroughs

#lonely #sad #sadness #sorrow #sad

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#grief #loss #mourning #sadness #sorrow

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#fairies #fantasy #loss-of-innocence #poetry #sorrow

I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I'm so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all....a day.....an hour. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#sorrow #comfort

It lit up like a Christmas Tree Hazel Grace... ↗

— John Green

#cancer #pain #sad #sorrow #sorrowful

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