For the happy man prayer is only a jumble of words, until the day when sorrow comes to explain to him the sublime language by means of which he speaks to God.
Alexandre DumasTags: god sorrow prayer religious
Because no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face.
Gregory MaguireTags: sorrow guilt remorse witch elphaba
...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
Harriet Beecher StoweTags: despair sorrow depression
You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.
William GoldmanWell, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.
J.R.R. TolkienTags: sorrow gandalf goodbye leaving farewells
The all-victorious Christ is like a great rock in a weary land, to whose shelter we may flee in every time of sorrow or trial, finding quiet refuge and peace in him.
J.R. MillerTags: peace sorrow refuge trial rock christ
It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, music, the physics of falling leaves, vanilla and jasmine, poppies, smiling, anthills, the color of the sky, coffee and cashmere, literature, sparks and subway trains... If only one could leave this life slowly!
Roman PayneTags: life love beauty time loss death sorrow dying regret
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
It’s not that we have to quit
this life one day, but it’s how
many things we have to quit
all at once: music, laughter,
the physics of falling leaves,
automobiles, holding hands,
the scent of rain, the concept
of subway trains... if only one
could leave this life slowly!
Tags: life music laughter beauty carpe-diem loss rain sorrow dying regret trains automobiles holding-hands leaves subway
Your tale is of the longest," observed Monks, moving restlessly in his chair.
It is a true tale of grief and trial, and sorrow, young man," returned Mr. Brownlow, "and such tales usually are; if it were one of unmixed joy and happiness, it would be very brief.
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