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Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
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sorrow
heartfelt
tears
shame
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Charles Dickens |
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No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
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grief
sorrow
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C.S. Lewis |
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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.
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mourning
suffering
sorrow
sadness
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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We need never be ashamed of our tears.
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sorrow
tears
shame
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Charles Dickens |
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Do not apologize for crying. Without this emotion, we are only robots.
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sorrow
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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Those who do not weep, do not see.
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sorrow
inspirational
crying
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Victor Hugo |
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To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
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grief
sorrow
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William Shakespeare |
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"Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed."
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sorrow
poetry
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
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mourning
words
grief
loss
sorrow
sadness
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William Shakespeare |
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Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
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sorrow
poetry
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William Faulkner |
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No truth can cure the sorrow 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 it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.
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sorrow
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Haruki Murakami |
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" "Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe. Four be the things I'd been better without: Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt. Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne. Three be the things I shall have till I die: Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye."
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laughter
doubt
sorrow
friends
hope
life
love
wisdom
idleness
foes
inventory
contentment
sufficienty
superfluity
unattainable
envy
curiosity
knowledge
values
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Dorothy Parker |
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Behind every trial and sorrow that He makes us shoulder, God has a reason.
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sorrow
reason
inspirational
trial
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Khaled Hosseini |
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She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.
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pain
sorrow
love
longing
unrequited-love
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T.H. White |
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Well, 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.
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sorrow
gandalf
leaving
goodbye
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.
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perseverance
sorrow
life
weeping
pessimism
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Charles Bukowski |
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That same night, I wrote my first short story. It took me thirty minutes. It was a dark little tale about a man who found a magic cup and learned that if he wept into the cup, his tears turned into pearls. But even though he had always been poor, he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife's slain body in his arms.
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poverty
wealth
sorrow
greed
cring
fables
tears
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Khaled Hosseini |
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(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
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sorrow
poetry
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Mary Oliver |
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Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.
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solitude
sorrow
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Kahlil Gibran |
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What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life--to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?
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marriage
sorrow
relationship
death
sadness
love
fellowship
memory
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George Eliot |
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, she thought. ...One day, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong. But not today. It could not be today.
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sorrow
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George R.R. Martin |
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Freddie experienced the sort of abysmal soul-sadness which afflicts one of Tolstoy's Russian peasants when, after putting in a heavy day's work strangling his father, beating his wife, and dropping the baby into the city's reservoir, he turns to the cupboards, only to find the vodka bottle empty.
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sorrow
humor
moroseness
tolstoy
satire
russia
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P.G. Wodehouse |
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In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares. The older have learned to ever expect it. I am anxious to afford some alleviation of your present distress. Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You can not now realize that you will ever feel better. Is not this so? And yet it is a mistake. You are sure to be happy again. To know this, which is certainly true, will make you some less miserable now. I have had experience enough to know what I say; and you need only to believe it, to feel better at once.
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1862
letter-to-fanny-mccullough
mourning
sorrow
inspirational
bereavement
grieving
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Abraham Lincoln |
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Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow.
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sorrow
insight
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Orhan Pamuk |
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How could I have been so ignorant? she thinks. So stupid, so unseeing, so given over to carelessness. But without such ignorance, such carelessness, how could we live? If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next--if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions--you'd be doomed. You'd be as ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.
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loneliness
sorrow
love
wisdom
ignorance
despair
insight
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Margaret Atwood |
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"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
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sorrow
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Kahlil Gibran |
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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.
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prayer
sorrow
religious
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Alexandre Dumas |
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I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.
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sorrow
process
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C.S. Lewis |
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But sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. [...] True sorrow is as rare as true love.
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sorrow
sorry
stephen-king
remorse
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Stephen King |
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There's a sorrow and pain in everyone's life, but every now and then there's a ray of light that melts the loneliness in your heart and brings comfort like hot soup and a soft bed.
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loneliness
pain
light
sorrow
life
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Hubert Selby Jr. |
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...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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sorrow
despair
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.
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sorrow
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Leo Tolstoy |
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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.
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time
sorrow
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Jacqueline Carey |
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Because no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face.
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sorrow
witch
remorse
guilt
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Gregory Maguire |
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She knew that was not an honest prayer, and she did not linger over it. The right prayer would have been, Lord . . . I am miserable and bitter at heart, and old fears are rising up in me so that everything I do makes everything worse.
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prayer
sorrow
heartache
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Marilynne Robinson |
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I waited for dawn, but only because I had forgotten how hard mornings were. For a second I'd be normal. Then came the dim awareness of something off, out of place. Then the truth came crashing down and that was it for the rest of the day. Sunlight was reproof. Shouldn't I feel better than I had in the dead of night.
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grief
loss
sorrow
sadness
sad
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Francine Prose |
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Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that came down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures. And of these histories most fair still in the ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and Luthien
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light
sorrow
joy
luthien
shadow
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.
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grief
fear-and-loathing
sorrow
inspirational
advice-for-daily-living
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Marcus Tullius Cicero |
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Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest. Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart. Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.
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depression
sorrow
heartbreak
psychotherapy
psychiatry
mental-health
|
William Shakespeare |
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It lit up like a Christmas Tree Hazel Grace...
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pain
sorrow
sorrowful
cancer
sad
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John Green |
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You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.
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sorrow
|
William Goldman |
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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.
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|
warning
sorrow
kindness
learning
sadness
strength
truth
sincerity
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Haruki Murakami |
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A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.
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sorrow
|
Oscar Wilde |
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His mind was freshly inclined toward ; toward the fact that the world was full of sorrow; that everyone labored under some burden of sorrow; that all were suffering; that whatever way one took in this world, one must try to remember that all were suffering (none content; all wronged, neglected, overlooked, misunderstood), and therefore one must do what one could to lighten the load of those with whom one came into contact; that his current state of sorrow was not uniquely his, not at all, but, rather, its like had been felt, would be felt, by scores of others, in all times, in every time, and must not be prolonged or exaggerated, because, in this state, he could be of no help to anyone and, given that his position in the world situated him to be either of great help, or great harm, it would not do to stay low, if he could help it.
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|
responsibility
sorrow
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George Saunders |
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True sorrow is as rare as true love.
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sorrow
love
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Stephen King |
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Then one morning she'd begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn't remember which side her father had parted his hair on, and she'd realized again what she'd learned at five when her mother left - that what made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting the small things first, the smell of the soap her mother had bathed with, the color of the dress she'd worn to church, then after a while the sound of her mother's voice, the color of her hair. It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief that was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood. (51)
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grief
sorrow
endure
forgetting
remembering
memory
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Ron Rash |
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"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy."
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sorrow
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Khalil Gibran |
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Most parents try really hard to give their kids the best possible life. They give them the best food and clothes they can afford, take their own kind of take on training kids to be honest and polite. But what they don't realize is no matter how much they try, their kids will get out there. Out to this complicated little world. If they are lucky they will survive, through backstabbers, broken hearts, failures and all the kinds of invisible insane pressures out there. But most kids get lost in them. They will get caught up in all kinds of bubbles. Trouble bubbles. Bubbles that continuously tell them that they are not good enough. Bubbles that get them carried away with what they think is love, give them broken hearts. Bubbles that will blur the rest of the world to them, make them feel like that is it, that they've reached the end. Sometimes, even the really smart kids, make stupid decisions. They lose control. Parents need to realize that the world is getting complicated every second of every day. With new problems, new diseases, new habits. They have to realize the vast probability of their kids being victims of this age, this complicated era. Your kids could be exposed to problems that no kind of therapy can help. Your kids could be brainwashed by themselves to believe in insane theories that drive them crazy. Most kids will go through this stage. The lucky ones will understand. They will grow out of them. The unlucky ones will live in these problems. Grow in them and never move forward. They will cut themselves, overdose on drugs, take up excessive drinking and smoking, for the slightest problems in their lives
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broken-hearts
cutting-your-self
depression
emo
emotion
hopeless-romantic
lfe-essons
phases
romance
sorrow
joy
happiness
life
love
inspirational
childhood-trauma
teenage-love
infatuation
growing-up
helplessness
crying
parents
bullying
teenagers
trapped
childhood
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Thisuri Wanniarachchi |
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"It sounded old. Old and tired and beaten to death. Deserve. Now it seemed to him that he was always saying or thinking that he didn't deserve some bad luck, or some bad treatment from others. He'd told Guitar that he didn't "deserve" his family's dependence, hatred, or whatever. That he didn't even "deserve" to hear all the misery and mutual accusations his parents unloaded on him. Nor did he "deserve" Hagar's vengeance. But why shouldn't his parents tell him their personal problems? If not him, then who? And if a stranger could try to kill him, surely Hagar, who knew him and whom he'd thrown away like a wad of chewing gum after the flavor was gone--she had a right to try to kill him too. Apparently he though he deserved only to be loved--from a distance, though--and given what he wanted. And in return he would be...what? Pleasant? Generous? Maybe all he was really saying was: I am not responsible for your pain; share your happiness with me but not your unhappiness."
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|
pain
responsibility
sorrow
family
happiness
deserve
maturity
|
Toni Morrison |
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It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others
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sorrow
|
Jacqueline Carey |
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"Yes" Said Gandalf; "for it will be better to ride back three together than one alone. Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of out fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil." --
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|
sorrow
parting
|
J.R.R. Tolkien |
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We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.
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mourning
grief
loss
immortality
sorrow
death
life-goes-on
memory
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John Banville |
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Some attribute had departed from her, the permanence of which had been essential to keep her a woman. Such is frequently the fate, and such the stern development, of the feminine character and person, when the woman has encountered, and lived through, an experience of peculiar severity. If she be all tenderness, she will die. If she survive, the tenderness will either be crushed out of her, or--and the outward semblance is the same--crushed so deeply into her heart that it can never show itself more.
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|
pain
sorrow
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Nathaniel Hawthorne |
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"Yes" Said Gandalf; "for it will be better to ride back three together than one alone. Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of out fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil."
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|
sorrow
parting
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.
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sorrow
|
Cormac McCarthy |
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What was the point in crying when there was no one to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?
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sorrow
crying
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Cassandra Clare |
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And I'm hoping there's some larger truth about suffering here, or at least my understanding of it - although I've come to realize that the only truths that matter to me are the ones I don't, and can't, understand. What's mysterious, ambiguous, inexplicable. What doesn't fit into a story, what doesn't have a story. Glint of brightness on a barely-there chain. Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall. The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy.
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|
loneliness
sorrow
yellow
sunlight
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Donna Tartt |
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I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.
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|
grief
loss
sorrow
heartbreak
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Robin McKinley |
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Ask him why there are hypocrites in the world.' 'Because it is hard to bear the happiness of others.' 'When are we happy?' 'When we desire nothing and realize that possession is only momentary, and so are forever playing.' 'What is regret?' 'To realize that one has spent one's life worrying about the future.' 'What is sorrow?' 'To long for the past.' 'What is the highest pleasure?' 'To hear a good story.
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sorrow
poetry
hinduism
pleasure
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Vikram Chandra |
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Here is a commandment for you: seek happiness in sorrow. Work, work tirelessly.
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sorrow
|
Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.
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sorrow
sadness
tomb
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Nathaniel Hawthorne |
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The heart knoweth its own sorrow and there are times when, like David, it is comforting to think that our tears are put in a bottle and not one of them forgotten by the one who leads us in paths of sorrow.
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sorrow
tears
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Hannah Hurnard |
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Give sustenance, Allah. Give sustenance to me.
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|
sorrow
spiritual
sustenance
sad
|
Khaled Hosseini |
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"I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas,
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fate
sorrow
love
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Dante Alighieri |
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There is something sustaining in the very agitation that accompanies the first shocks of trouble, just as an acute pain is often a stimulus, and produces an excitement which is transient strength. It is in the slow, changed life that follows--in the time when sorrow has become stale, and has no longer an emotive intensity that counteracts its pain--in the time when day follows day in dull unexpectant sameness, and trial is a dreary routine--it is then that despair threatens; it is then that the peremptory hunger of the soul is felt, and eye and ear are strained after some unlearned secret of our existence, which shall give to endurance the nature of satisfaction.
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|
satisfaction
sorrow
|
George Eliot |
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"There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and woman to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more?
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sorrow
dog
|
Rudyard Kipling |
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Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
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|
sorrow
tears
water
|
William Shakespeare |
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She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.
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|
sorrow
wept
weep
sky
tears
|
George R.R. Martin |
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I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else.
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|
mourning
grief
loss
depression
sorrow
death
life
hollow
pass-by
numb
mourn
empty
ignore
tears
forget
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Robin Hobb |
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Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea
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|
mourning
sorrow
weeping
tears
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.
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pain
sorrow
life
|
Emma Forrest |
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If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up; So quick bright things come to confusion.
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pain
sorrow
love
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William Shakespeare |
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I mean talk. Never forget that God is your friend. And like all friends, He longs to hear what's been happening in your life. Good or bad, whether it's been full of sorrow or anger, and even when you're questioning why terrible things have to happen. So I talk with him.
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sorrow
god
questioning
friend
talk
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Nicholas Sparks |
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"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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sorrow
trial
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Charles Dickens |
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The knowledge that he had left me with no intent ever to return had come over me in tiny droplets of realization spread over the years. And each droplet of comprehension brought its own small measure of hurt...He had wished me well in finding my own fate to follow, and I never doubted his sincerity. But it had taken me years to accept that his absence in my life was a deliberate finality, an act he had chosen, a thing completed even as some part of my soul still dangled, waiting for his return.
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understanding
fate
pain
sorrow
comprehension
farewell
left
choose
leave
part-ways
separate
wait
sincere
return
seek
realize
hurt
fitz
wish
follow
knowledge
desire
fool
soul
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Robin Hobb |
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It is strange,' he said at last. 'I had longed to enter the world of men. Now I see it filled with sorrow, with cruelty and treachery, with those who would destroy all around them.' 'Yet, enter it you must,' Gwydion answered, 'for it is a destiny laid on each of us. True, you have seen these things. But there are equal parts of love and joy.
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sorrow
joy
love
treachery
cruelty
manhood
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Lloyd Alexander |
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Memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and from age to age evil shall I do, and sorrow shall I know till my redemption comes.
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sorrow
living
living-on
waiting
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H. Rider Haggard |
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There are endings. There are beginnings. Sometimes they coincide, with the ending of one thing marking the beginning of another. But sometimes there is simply a long space after an ending, a time when it seems everything else has ended and nothing else can ever begin.
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mourning
time
loss
depression
sorrow
start
ending
beginning
coincide
initiate
lead
mark
sign
numb
mourn
empty
passage
show
end
space
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Robin Hobb |
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Accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
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seasons
grief
sorrow
joy
life
acceptance
serenity
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Kahlil Gibran |
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This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms the diseased slums of a broken heart into a palace made of psalms and gold.
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grief
sorrow
compassion
faith
inspiration
inspirational-quotes
spirituality
hope
classic-quotes
classic-poems
healing-grief
inspiration-for-the-soul
newtown-connecticut
palaces
pearls-of-wisdom
quotes-for-easter
recovery-from-grief
savannah-authors-and-poets
spiritual-transformation
infinity
roses
pearls
rebirth
resurrection
survival
transformation
recovery
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Aberjhani |
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As long as there is one person suffering an injustice; as long as one person is forced to bear an unnecessary sorrow; as long as one person is subject to an undeserved pain, the worship of a God is a demoralizing humiliation. As long as there is one mistake in the universe; as long as one wrong is permitted to exist; as long as there is hatred and antagonism among mankind, the existence of a God is a moral impossibility. said: 'Injustice upon earth renders the justice of of heaven impossible.
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mankind
hatred
universe
injustice
earth
pain
suffering
wrong
sorrow
morality
ingersoll
robert-g-ingersoll
robert-green-ingersoll
robert-ingersoll
impossibility
mistake
justice
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Joseph Lewis |
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Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
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sorrow
joy
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Kahlil Gibran |
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"Sorrow is humbling. I want my pain to be fabulous. I don't need my pain to be worse than anyone else's; I just want it to be strangely, uniquely mine. Art to someone else's breakdown. -- Thea Hillman, "Dear Kath After" from the anthology "
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pain
sorrow
thea-hillman
michelle-tea
humility
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Clint Catalyst Michelle Tea Thea Hillman |
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"Feyre," he said--softly enough that I faced him again. "Why?" He tilted his head to the side. "You dislike our kind on a good day. And after Andras . . ." Even in the darkened hallway, his usual bright eyes were shadowed. "So why?" I took a step closer to him, my blood-covered feet sticking to the rug. I glanced down the stairs to where I could still see the prone form of the faerie and the stumps of his wings. "Because I wouldn't want to die alone," I said, and my voice wobbled as I looked at Tamlin again, forcing myself to meet his stare. "Because I'd want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that. That's something everyone deserves, human or faerie." I swallowed hard, my throat painfully tight. "I regret what I did to Andras," I said, the words so strangled they were no more than a whisper. "I regret that there was . . . such hate in my heart. I wish I could undo it--and . . . I'm sorry. So very sorry."
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sorrow
feyre
tamlin
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Sarah J. Maas |
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I -- I alone know how to mourn for him as he deserves.' But while we were still shaking hands, such a look of awful desolation came upon her face that I perceived she was one of those creatures that are not the playthings of Time. For her he had died only yesterday. And, by Jove! the impression was so powerful that for me, too, he seemed to have died only yesterday -- nay, this very minute. I saw her and him in the same instant of time -- his death and her sorrow -- I saw her sorrow in the very moment of his death. Do you understand? I saw them together -- I heard them together.
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mourning
time
sorrow
death
devotion
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Joseph Conrad |
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...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them.
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sleep
suicide
earth
escape
depression
sorrow
fear
mother
misery
terror
horror
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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There are some situations which men understand by instinct, by which reason is powerless to explain; in such cases the greatest poet is he who gives utterance to the most natural and vehement outburst of sorrow. Those who hear the bitter cry are as much impressed as if they listened to an entire poem, and when th sufferer is sincere they are right in regarding his outburst as sublime.
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sympathy
sorrow
relationship
the-count-of-monte-cristo
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Alexandre Dumas |
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But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone suffer than it does to take the pain away?
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sorrow
love
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Jodi Picoult |
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There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman forever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer--committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.
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silence
suffering
sorrow
sadness
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George Eliot |
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"Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me;
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sorrow
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Thomas Moore |
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How is it that from beauty I have derived a type of unloveliness?--from the covenant of peace a simile of sorrow? But as, in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so, in fact, out of joy is sorrow born.
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sorrow
happiness
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Edgar Allan Poe |
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Tears never were worth the effort of crying them.
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sorrow
tears
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Mary Balogh |
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What does life give me in the end but sorrow? What do love's good and evil send but sorrow? I've only seen one true companion - pain, And I have known no faithful friend but sorrow.
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sorrow
poetry
quote
sadness
love
love-quotes-and-sayings
quotes
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Hafez |
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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.
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depression
sorrow
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Nathaniel Hawthorne |
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He gently touched his mother's cheek, felt her sorrow slip over his fingertips.
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loss
sorrow
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Jodi Picoult |
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Though the face before me was that of a young woman of certainly not more than thirty years, in perfect health and the first flush of ripened beauty, yet it bore stamped upon it a seal of unutterable experience, and of deep acquaintance with grief and passion. Not even the slow smile that crept about the dimples of her mouth could hide the shadow of sin and sorrow. It shone even in the light of those glorious eyes, it was present in the air of majesty, and it seemed to say: 'Behold me, lovely as no woman was or is, undying and half-divine; memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and from age to age evil shall I do, and sorrow shall I know till my redemption comes.
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immortality
sorrow
beauty
life
goddess
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H. Rider Haggard |
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The sun hides not the ocean, which is the dark side of this earth, and which is two thirds of this earth. So, therefore, that mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true-- not true, or undeveloped. With books the same. The truest of all men was the Man of Sorrows, and the truest of all books is Solomon's, and Ecclesiastes is the fine hammered steel of woe.
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sorrow
moby-dick
melancholy
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Herman Melville |
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...in silence learned the sweet solace which affection administers to sorrow.
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sorrow
louisa-may-alcott
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Louisa May Alcott |
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My prayers, my tears, my wishes, fears, and lamentations, were witnessed by myself and heaven alone. When we are harassed by sorrows or anxieties, or long oppressed by any powerful feelings which we must keep to ourselves, for which we can obtain and seek no sympathy from any living creature, and which yet we cannot, or will not wholly crush, we often naturally seek relief in poetry--and often find it, too--whether in the effusions of others, which seem to harmonize with our existing case, or in our own attempts to give utterance to those thoughts and feelings in strains less musical, perchance, but more appropriate, and therefore more penetrating and sympathetic, and, for the time, more soothing, or more powerful to rouse and to unburden the oppressed and swollen heart.
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prayer
sorrow
poetry
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Anne Brontë |
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The branches of the trees looked as if they were holding hands and bowing their heads in prayer.
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sorrow
trees
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Ishmael Beah |
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We resonate with one another's sorrows because we are interconnected. Being whole and simultaneously part of a larger whole, we can change the world simply by changing ourselves. If I become a center of love and kindness in this moment, then in a perhaps small but hardly insignificant way, the world now has a nucleus of love and kindness it lacked the moment before. This benefits me and it benefits others.
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sorrow
kindness
love
being-whole
benefits-all
benefits-me
change-ourselves
resonate
interconnectedness
center
mindfulness
meditation
change-the-world
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Jon Kabat-Zinn |
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I write. My hand is shaking; my eyes sting and fill. I add before pushing the notebook and pen back across the table, wiping a hand across my cheeks. As he reads, my impulse is to reach out, grab the notebook, run outside, dump it in the trash, bury it in the snow, throw it under the wheels of a passing car - something, something, so I can go back fifteen seconds when this part ofme was still shut away and private. Then I look at Ravi's face again, and the normally white white whites of his eyes are pink. This causes major disruption to my ability to control the flow of my own tears. I see myself when I look at him right now: he's reflecting my sadness, my broken heart, back to me. He takes the pe, writes, and slides it over. You'd think it's something epic from the way it levels my heart. It isn't. Four little words.
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grief
sorrow
life
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Sara Zarr |
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Suiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?' 'Oh, rather!' 'What do you do about it?' 'I generally take a couple of cocktails.
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depression
sorrow
humor
desolation
emptiness
alcoholic
soul
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P.G. Wodehouse |
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...this woman, moved by some private sorrow as much as the words being spoken, cried almost silently, unobserved by others, apart from Mma Ramotswe, who stretched out her hand and laid it on her shoulder. , she began to whisper, but changed her words even as she uttered them, and said quietly, . We should not tell people not to weep - we do it because of our sympathy for them - but we should really tell them that their tears are justified and entirely right.
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sorrow
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Alexander McCall Smith |
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Other people's sorrows and joys have a way of reminding us of our own; we partly empathize with them because we ask ourselves: What about me? What does that say about my life, my pains, my anguish?
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pain
sorrow
joy
empathy
life
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Azar Nafisi |
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He thought perhaps it was a woman's way, to come out of such a storm of emotion and pain as if she were a ship emerging onto calm seas. She had seemed, not at peace, but emptied of sorrow. As if she had run out of that particular emotion and no other one arose to take its place.
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tragedy
pain
woman
depression
emotion
sorrow
sadness
ship
devastation
numb
empty
way
storm
peace
cold
disappointment
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Robin Hobb |
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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.
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sorrow
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John le Carré |
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Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
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sorrow
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William Blake |
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In the dead of night I stirred. Wakefulness flowed back into me. I was a cup full of sorrow, but that sorrow was stilled, like a pain that abates as long as one does not move.
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pain
depression
sorrow
stillness
contemplate
awaken
full
numb
wakefulness
remember
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Robin Hobb |
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In my dream, people apologized for things that were about to happen, and lit candles by inhaling.
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sorrow
remorse
regret
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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Well, quite softly, one day following another, a spring on a winter, and an autumn after a summer, this wore away, piece by piece, crumb by crumb; it passed away, it is gone, I should say it has sunk; for something always remains at the bottom as one would say--a weight here, at one's heart.
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sorrow
heaviness
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Gustave Flaubert |
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How long can I be a wall, keeping the wind off? How long can I be Gentling the sun with the shade of my hand, Intercepting the blue bolts of a cold moon? The voices of loneliness, the voices of sorrow Lap at my back ineluctably. How shall it soften them, this little lullaby?
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loneliness
sorrow
poetry
strength
fortitude
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Sylvia Plath |
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If one bad thing befell me, I immediately linked it to every bad thing that had happened in the last week or might happen in the coming week. And when I became sad, I was prone to wallow in grief, piling up my woes and sprawling on them like a dragon on a hoard.
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loss
depression
sorrow
future
fear
past
sadness
woes
woe
complain
bad
bad-habit
befall
befell
happen
hoard
mourn
occurence
predict
tendency
wallow
much
occur
dragon
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Robin Hobb |
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In general I lacked principally the ability to provide even in the slightest detail for the real future. I thought only of things in the present and their present condition, not because of thoroughness or any special, strong interest, but rather, to the extent that weakness in thinking was not the cause, because of sorrow and fear - sorrow, because the present was so sad for me that I thought I could not leave it before it resolved itself into happiness; fear, because, like my fear of the slightest action in the present, I also considered myself, in view of my contemptible, childish appearance, unworthy of forming a serious, responsible opinion of the great, manly future which usually seemed so impossible to me that every short step forward appeared to me to be counterfeit and the next step unattainable.
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sorrow
future
fear
unworthy
counterfeit
unattainable
impossible
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Franz Kafka |
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...there was no point in sighing after what I could not have. It only distracted me from what I did have.
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want
sorrow
distract
empty
fond
fondness
have
sigh
seek
miss
remember
reminiscence
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Robin Hobb |
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There is no greater sorrow than to recall our time of joy in wretchedness.
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sorrow
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Dante Alighieri |
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It is time to end a story that began in sorrow and ordeal and has ended in a deep and lasting happiness. May it be so for others.
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sorrow
happiness
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Anne McCaffrey |
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Young people have many pleasures and many sorrows, because they have only themselves to think of.
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youth
sorrow
wisdom
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Hermann Hesse |
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Squiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?' 'Oh, rather!' 'What do you do about it?' 'I generally take a couple of cocktails.
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loneliness
depression
sorrow
humor
desolation
comedy
alcohol-addiction
emptiness
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P.G. Wodehouse |
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It was the sound of a thousand hungry children crying, ten thousand widows tearing their hair over their husband's graves, a chorus of angels singing the last dirge on the day of God's death.
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sorrow
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Christopher Moore |
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Keep your heart infinitesimally small and sorrow will never spy it, never plunge, never flap away with your heart in her claws.
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sorrow
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Emma Donoghue |
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Sobs, heavy, hoarse and loud, shook the chairs, and great tears fell through his fingers on the floor - just such tears, sir, as you dropped into the coffin where lay your first-born son; such tears, woman, as you shed when you heard the cries of your dying babe; for, sir, he was a man, and you are but another man; and, woman, though dressed in silk and jewels, you are but a woman, and, in life's great straits and mighty griefs, ye feel but one sorrow!
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woman
sorrow
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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As if he hadn't always known he was loved the best. That he was the Beloved.
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sorrow
revelation
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Robin Hobb |
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I dressed to their murmurs in the other room, their voices soft but strained, and I wondered if men ever talked like this, if their sorrows ever spilled into these secret cadences.
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pain
sorrow
women
quiet
men-and-women
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Esmeralda Santiago |
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"Walk openly, Marian used to say. Love even the threat and the pain, feel yourself fully alive, cast a bold shadow, accept, accept. What we call evil is only a groping towards good, part of the trial and error by which we move toward the perfected consciousness... God is kind? Life is good? Nature never did betray the heart that loved her? Why the reward she received for living intensely and generously and trying to die with dignity? Why the horror at the bridge her last clear sight of earth?...I do not accept, I am not reconciled. But one thing she did. She taught me the stupidity of the attempt to withdraw and be free of trouble and harm... She said, "You wondered what was in whale's milk. Now you know. Think of the force down there, just telling things to get born, just to be!" I had had no answer for her then. Now I might have one. Yes, think of it, I might say. And think how random and indiscriminate it is, think how helplessly we must submit, think how impossible it is to control or direct it. Think how often beauty and delicacy and grace are choked out by weeds. Think how endless and dubious is the progress from weed to flower. Even alive, she never convinced me with her advocacy of biological perfectionism. She never persuaded me to ignore, or look upon as merely hard pleasures, the evil that I felt in every blight and smut and pest in my garden- that I felt, for that matter, squatting like a toad on my own heart. Think of the force of life, yes, but think of the component of darkness in it. One of the things that's in whale's milk is the promise of pain and death. And so? Admitting what is so obvious, what then? Would I wipe Marion Catlin out of my unperfected consciousness if I could? Would I forgo the pleasure of her company to escape the bleakness of her loss? Would I go back to my own formula, which was twilight sleep, to evade the pain she brought with her? Not for a moment. And so even in the gnashing of my teeth, I acknowledge my conversion. It turns out to be for me as I once told her it would be for her daughter. I shall be richer all my life for this sorrow."
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pain
loss
sorrow
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Wallace Stegner |
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What could she possibly have done that was so heinous as to earn her a lifetime of self-mortification? No one short of a tyrant deserved such unremitting agony. I cried there with her, for her, for Eve, for sorrows past, for sorrows yet to come. I put my pencil away. It was wrong to draw live pain. If there had been an artist at Bethany, it would have been wrong to intrude his chalk or charcoal on Mary Magdalene's weeping as she washed Jesus' feet. Some things were too raw for art until time dulled their sharpness.
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pain
sorrow
women
mary-magdalene
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Susan Vreeland |
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Not for the first time, it occurred to me that sorrow could be purified into song the same way a piece of coal is purified into a diamond.
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pain
sorrow
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Ron Rash |
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Before and after the funeral I never ceased to cry and be miserable, but it makes me ashamed when I think back on that sadness of mine, seeing that always in it was an element of self-love - now a desire to show that I prayed more than any one else, now concern about the impression I was producing on others, now an aimless curiosity which caused me to observe Mimi's cap or the faces of those around me. I despised myself for not experiencing sorrow to the exclusion of everything else, and I tried to conceal all other feelings: this made my grief insincere and unnatural. Moreover, I felt a kind of enjoyment in knowing that I was unhappy and I tried to stimulate my sense of unhappiness, and this interest in myself did more than anything else to stifle real sorrow in me.
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unhappiness
grief
youth
sorrow
death
tolstoy
self-love
funeral
childhood
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Leo Tolstoy |
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For it is now to us itself ancient; and yet its maker was telling of things already old and weighted with regret, and he expended his art in making keen that touch upon the heart which sorrows have that are both poignant and remote.
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loss
sorrow
writing
beowulf
poignant
regret
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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"There Peter was, looking straight into the very eyes of God, walking the Sea of Galilee and then all of the sudden up to his neck in water. Some would argue he lacked the true believing, I say he had enough faith to go it a ways, and when he couldn't go farther Christ fetched him up. What am I saying? I'm saying that the walk to God ain't easy for the best of us. Now some would say, Preacher, if Peter had misdoubts there in the very glory of the Lord, what of us left here that ain't seen the dead raised nor the leper folk healed. All we seen is hard trial and sorrows. I'd not deny it.
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heaven
sorrow
hope
peter
walk-on-water
seek
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Ron Rash |
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"Happy?" asked Aquilina, with dreadful look, and a smile full of pity and terror. "Ah, you do not know what it is to be condemned to a life of pleasure."
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loneliness
relationships
sorrow
sadness
happiness
love
pleasure
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Honoré de Balzac |
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"I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost
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sorrow
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L. M. Montgomery |
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God is willing and able to turn his judgements into joys . . . Don't ever think that the sin of your past means there is no hope for your future.
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sorrow
hardships
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John Piper |
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"Will you not weep?" "I do not have the time for tears."
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mourning
grief
loss
sorrow
strength
weep
tears
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George R.R. Martin |
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It is always winter now.
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winter
grief
sorrow
winter-is-coming
jaehaerys-targaryen
fire-and-blood
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George R.R. Martin |
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"Move slowly and the day of your revenge will come," Tuek said. "Speed is a device of Shaitan. Cool your sorrow-we've the diversions for it; three things there are that ease the heart-water, green grass, and the beauty of woman."
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revenge
woman
sorrow
heart
device
green-grass
shaitan
diversions
speed
water
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Frank Herbert |
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"Extreme joy and extreme sorrow are indistinguishable beyond a certain point. ("Jane Brown's Body")"
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sorrow
joy
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Cornell Woolrich |
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To acknowledge God is to fully accept the sorrow of the human condition.
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sorrow
human-condition
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Douglas Coupland |
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... but remember that I shall love your sorrow...
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sorrow
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Cordwainer Smith |
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I could tell from Anna's face that she had already told him about dancing in Saint Petersburg and that the memory weighed on her heavily. What monstrous things, our pasts, especially when they have been lovely. She had told a secret and now had the sadness of wondering how much deeper she might dig in order to keep the first secret fed.
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sorrow
secrets
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Colum McCann |
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Raistlin opened his eyes, looking at her without recognition. And in them, she saw deep, undying sorrow--the look of one who has been permitted to enter a realm of deadly, perilous beauty, and who now finds himself, once more, cast down into the grey, rain-swept world.
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sorrow
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Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman |
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"Grief, however, creates a strange sensitivity. The world is too intense to tolerate: a veil, a drink, another anesthetic is required to blot out the ache of what remains. One sees too much and feels it, as Robert Lowell puts it, "with one skin-layer missing."
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grief
loss
sorrow
sensitivity
intensity
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Kay Redfield Jamison |
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And with every step I took it became more impossible for me to turn back. And my mind was empty--or it was as though my mind had become one enormous, anaesthetized wound. I thought only,
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sorrow
no-turning-back
james-baldwin
leaving
numb
grieving
sad
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James Baldwin |
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"I don't want anything else bad to happen," she whispered, her voice choked with tears. "I'm so sick to death of bad things happening, of seeing bad things that happened in the past! And I'm guilty of so many things. I'm sorry that I killed Mrs. Matthias and wrecked her stupid greenhouse back in the Eighties and I'm sorry I left you here alone while I went around the world." "I wasn't alone though, I knew you were doing what you wanted to do and that you were still alive, so I wasn't really alone, I knew you were still there somewhere," Alecto told her. His damaged smile and downcast, sorrowful eyes were draped in the shadow of the night, saving Mandy the trouble of seeing."
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murder
travel
world
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death
friendship
love
greenhouse
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crying
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