Present unhappiness is selfish; past sorrow is compassionate. — Philibert Joseph Roux Copy Share Image
“Remember to view yourself and your humanness with a kind heart.” — Elizabeth Berrien Copy Share Image
There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is not always sorrow that opens the fountains of the eyes. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
“The heart aches in brokenness as daylight awakens the pain of knowing.” — Phindiwe Nkosi Copy Share Image
“Grief was just the moment before you tied off the thread and began the next one. That was when you made your… — Elizabeth Chadwick Copy Share Image
Sometimes in life you want to tell people how you feel but there are no words to describe the pain and sorrow… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“wasn’t a comfortable headspace. Suffocating, actually, but you were alive and still the endgame. I’d go back in time for those problems.… — Adam Silvera Copy Share Image
Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows. — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
All at once I felt so vain, like a girl posturing for the crowds as she walks along, only to discover the… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
“My heart’s been empty since you left - but still I refuse to put up a vacancy sign. I’m just not ready… — Ranata Suzuki Copy Share Image
“Sorrow and love ― life, in other words ― cannot be considered a sickness because they hurt.” — Italo Svevo Copy Share Image
“Every loss is valid. And every loss is not the same. You can't flatten the landscape of grief and say that everything… — Megan Devine Copy Share Image
If sorrow and beauty are all tied up together, then perhaps maturity brings with it not what Nabhan calls abstraction, but an… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
Take my hand. Come away from me... I shall lead you away from your hurt, pain, sadness; grief. I will lead you… — Ellia_renee Copy Share Image
Miles exhaled carefully, faint with rage and reminded grief. He does not know, he told himself. He cannot know... "Ivan, one of… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“It's said that great sorrow is no more than a reflection of one's capacity for great joy. I see it from the… — Lisa See Copy Share Image
“I always thought of grief as a blow that took everything out of you. And it is like that. But it stays,… — Elizabeth Scott Copy Share Image
“We took a jaunt and played bebop, Lived our life with a peacefull heart, There came demon so called as qualm, To… — Sindhu Sekhar Copy Share Image
Love is frightened at the intervals of insensibility and callousness that encroach by little and little on the domain of grief, and… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
I had a vivid imagination. Not only could I put myself in the other person's place, but I could not avoid doing… — Clarence Darrow Copy Share Image
Do I get grief for the fact that in communicating, say, about the baboons I'm doing so much anthropomorphizing? One hopes that… — Robert Sapolsky Copy Share Image
Heart beating faster and faster as I think of the pain inside closing my eyes i see her face oh how I… — Daneillia Copy Share Image
“For then, the very hardship, and the sorrow, and the blindness, and the sin I have beheld and been ready to weep… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
The self (Soul) is the constant-witness consciousness. Through all months, seasons and years, through all divisions of time, the past, present and… — Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan Copy Share Image
“I did not know the work of mourning Is like carrying a bag of cement Up a mountain at night The mountaintop… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
“We kept walking, our shadows moving in shifting blobs over the ground. The sound of river rocks rattled under our feet. We… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Just days after Joseph died, we sat down to eat dinner at the dining room table. We each sat there, choking down… — Shelley Ramsey Copy Share Image
“If you hold back on the emotions - if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them - you… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow. — Orhan Pamuk Copy Share Image
