#sorrow

Visitors offering their condolences, thinking to comfort me, said "Life goes on." What nonsense, I thought, of course it doesn't. It's death that goes on; Ian is dead now and will be dead tomorrow and next year and forever. There's no end to that. But perhaps there will be an end to the sorrow of it. ↗

— Mary Ann Shaffer

#life #sorrow #death

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace. ↗

— Aberjhani

#angels #famous-quotes-from-classic-books #grace #haiku #haikus

She came and she went, in sorrow for the death of dreams, and she came no more. ↗

— Glen Cook

#death

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#inspiration #life #sorrow #wisdom #worry

And the pomegranates,/ like memories, are bittersweet/ as we huddle together,/ remembering just how good/ life used to be ↗

— Guadalupe Garcia McCall

#family #memories #sorrow #under-the-mesquite #family

How does one know if she has forgiven? You tend to feel sorrow over the circumstance instead of rage, you tend to feel sorry for the person rather than angry with him. You tend to have nothing left to say about it all. ↗

— Clarissa Pinkola Estes

#about #angry #circumstance #does #feel

Behind every trial and sorrow that He makes us shoulder, God has a reason. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#reason #sorrow #trial #inspirational

Do you think it’s easy for me? No, I don’t remember you. I don’t remember holding you or talking to you or falling in love with you—but I walk around with a giant hole in my heart all the time. I feel your absence every second of the day. It aches and nothing soothes it. Losing you is bad enough, but I don’t even get the comfort of remembering that I had you once. -Haden ↗

— Gwen Hayes

#love #sorrow #love

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you. ↗

— Jenny Downham

#love #sorrow #tessa #love

One third, more or less, of all the sorrow that the person I think I am must endure is unavoidable. It is the sorrow inherent in the human condition, the price we must pay for being sentient and self-conscious organisms, aspirants to liberation, but subject to the laws of nature and under orders to keep on marching, through irreversible time, through a world wholly indifferent to our well-being, toward decrepitude and the certainty of death. The remaining two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, so far as the universe is concerned, unnecessary. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#sorrow #death