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![C.S. Lewis](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1564671804i/1069006._UX200_CR0,44,200,200_.jpg)
“I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.”
― A Grief Observed
― A Grief Observed
![Brennan Manning](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1201097024i/27405._UX200_CR0,34,200,200_.jpg)
“The sorrow of God lies in our fear of Him, our fear of life, and our fear of ourselves. He anguishes over our self-absorption and self-sufficiency... God's sorrow lies in our refusal to approach Him when we sinned and failed.”
― Abba's Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging
― Abba's Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging
![Rainer Maria Rilke](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1651322555i/7906._UX200_CR0,59,200,200_.jpg)
“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.”
― Ahead of All Parting: The Selected Poetry and Prose
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.”
― Ahead of All Parting: The Selected Poetry and Prose
![Cassandra Clare](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1689347318i/150038._UX200_CR0,33,200,200_.jpg)
“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?”
― City of Glass
― City of Glass
![Khaled Hosseini](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1359753468i/569._UX200_CR0,31,200,200_.jpg)
“I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you’d live to be a hundred years old. I didn’t know. I didn’t know that you were ashamed of me.”
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![Sarah Noffke](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1418251839i/9830676._UX200_CR0,50,200,200_.jpg)
“No one ever told me how sorrow traumatizes your heart, making you think it will never beat exactly the same way again. No one ever told me how grief feels like a wet sock in my mouth. One I’m forced to breathe through, thinking that with each breath I’ll come up short and suffocate.”
― Awoken
― Awoken
![Edna St. Vincent Millay](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1183231710i/33998._UX200_CR0,26,200,200_.jpg)
“Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea”
― Second April
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea”
― Second April
![Nathaniel Hawthorne](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1291476587i/7799._UX200_CR0,29,200,200_.jpg)
“The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.”
― The Scarlet Letter
― The Scarlet Letter
![George Eliot](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1596202587i/173._UX200_CR0,2,200,200_.jpg)
“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.”
― The Mill on the Floss
― The Mill on the Floss
![Dante Alighieri](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1651440425i/5031312._UX200_CR0,51,200,200_.jpg)
“I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas,
how many yearning thoughts, what great desire,
have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?”
―
how many yearning thoughts, what great desire,
have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?”
―
![Lois Lowry](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1348162077i/2493._UX200_CR0,50,200,200_.jpg)
“Now he saw another elephant emerge from the place where it had stood hidden in the trees. Very slowly it walked to the mutilated body and looked down. With its sinuous trunk it struck the huge corpse; then it reached up, broke some leafy branches with a snap, and draped them over the mass of torn thick flesh. Finally it tilted its massive head, raised its trunk, and roared into the empty landscape.”
― The Giver
― The Giver
![Shannon L. Alder](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1647739446i/1391130._UY200_CR33,0,200,200_.jpg)
“You may marry Miss Grey for her fifteen pounds but you will always be my Willoughby. My nightmare. My sorrow. My past. My mistake. My regret. My love.”
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![Landon Parham](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1568130519i/6971965._UY200_CR50,0,200,200_.jpg)
“All things, even the deepest sorrow or the most profound happiness are all temporary. Hope is fuel for the soul, without hope, forward motion ceases.”
― First Night of Summer
― First Night of Summer
![Lloyd Alexander](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1353430382i/8924._UX200_CR0,38,200,200_.jpg)
“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.”
― The Black Cauldron
'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.”
― The Black Cauldron
![Antoine de Saint-Exupéry](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1330853515i/1020792._UX200_CR0,11,200,200_.jpg)
“And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me.”
― The Little Prince
― The Little Prince
![Anne Brontë](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1219762839i/8249._CR0,25,200,200_.jpg)
“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.”
― Agnes Grey
― Agnes Grey
![Gerard Manley Hopkins](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1214425734i/195780._UX200_CR0,40,200,200_.jpg)
“Spring and Fall: To a Young Child
Márgarét, are you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves, líke the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow's spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.”
― Selected Writings
Márgarét, are you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves, líke the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow's spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.”
― Selected Writings
![Ransom Riggs](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1626336096i/3046613._UX200_CR0,20,200,200_.jpg)
“Maybe I could use a little metal on the inside, I thought. If I'd kept my heart better armored, where would I be now?
Easy—I’d be at home, medicating myself into a monotone. Drowning my sorrows in video games. Working shifts at Smart Aid. Dying inside, day by day, from regret.”
― Hollow City
Easy—I’d be at home, medicating myself into a monotone. Drowning my sorrows in video games. Working shifts at Smart Aid. Dying inside, day by day, from regret.”
― Hollow City
![Meša Selimović](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1245971103i/205563.jpg)
“Gdje su zlatne ptice ljudskih snova, preko kojih se to bezbrojnih mora i vrletnih planina do njih dolazi? Da li nam se ta duboka čežnja djetinje nerazumnosti posigurno javlja samo kao tužni znak izvezen na mahramama i na safijanskim koricama nepotrebnih knjiga?”
― Death and the Dervish
― Death and the Dervish
![Homer](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1651844975i/903._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Question me now about all other matters, but do not ask who I am, for fear you may increase in my heart it's burden of sorrow as I think back; I am very full of grief, and I should not sit in the house of somebody else with my lamentation and wailing. It is not good to go on mourning forever.”
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![Vincent Panettiere](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1572720183i/1224740._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Is this nuclear physics or are you ordering a cake?
It's a cake. You eat it,,you don't frame it.”
― Shared Sorrows
It's a cake. You eat it,,you don't frame it.”
― Shared Sorrows
![Algernon Charles Swinburne](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1236354754i/38634._UX200_CR0,48,200,200_.jpg)
“Sweet for a little even to fear, and sweet,
O love, to lay down fear at love’s fair feet;
Shall not some fiery memory of his breath
Lie sweet on lips that touch the lips of death?
Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free;
Love me no more, but love my love of thee.
Love where thou wilt, and live thy life; and I,
One thing I can, and one love cannot—die.
Pass from me; yet thine arms, thine eyes, thine hair,
Feed my desire and deaden my despair.
Yet once more ere time change us, ere my cheek
Whiten, ere hope be dumb or sorrow speak,
Yet once more ere thou hate me, one full kiss;
Keep other hours for others, save me this.
Yea, and I will not (if it please thee) weep,
Lest thou be sad; I will but sigh, and sleep.
Sweet, does death hurt? thou canst not do me wrong:
I shall not lack thee, as I loved thee, long.
Hast thou not given me above all that live
Joy, and a little sorrow shalt not give?
What even though fairer fingers of strange girls
Pass nestling through thy beautiful boy’s curls
As mine did, or those curled lithe lips of thine
Meet theirs as these, all theirs come after mine;
And though I were not, though I be not, best,
I have loved and love thee more than all the rest.
O love, O lover, loose or hold me fast,
I had thee first, whoever have thee last;
Fairer or not, what need I know, what care?
To thy fair bud my blossom once seemed fair.
Why am I fair at all before thee, why
At all desired? seeing thou art fair, not I.
I shall be glad of thee, O fairest head,
Alive, alone, without thee, with thee, dead;
I shall remember while the light lives yet,
And in the night-time I shall not forget.
Though (as thou wilt) thou leave me ere life leave,
I will not, for thy love I will not, grieve;
Not as they use who love not more than I,
Who love not as I love thee though I die;
And though thy lips, once mine, be oftener prest
To many another brow and balmier breast,
And sweeter arms, or sweeter to thy mind,
Lull thee or lure, more fond thou wilt not find.”
― Poems and Ballads
O love, to lay down fear at love’s fair feet;
Shall not some fiery memory of his breath
Lie sweet on lips that touch the lips of death?
Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free;
Love me no more, but love my love of thee.
Love where thou wilt, and live thy life; and I,
One thing I can, and one love cannot—die.
Pass from me; yet thine arms, thine eyes, thine hair,
Feed my desire and deaden my despair.
Yet once more ere time change us, ere my cheek
Whiten, ere hope be dumb or sorrow speak,
Yet once more ere thou hate me, one full kiss;
Keep other hours for others, save me this.
Yea, and I will not (if it please thee) weep,
Lest thou be sad; I will but sigh, and sleep.
Sweet, does death hurt? thou canst not do me wrong:
I shall not lack thee, as I loved thee, long.
Hast thou not given me above all that live
Joy, and a little sorrow shalt not give?
What even though fairer fingers of strange girls
Pass nestling through thy beautiful boy’s curls
As mine did, or those curled lithe lips of thine
Meet theirs as these, all theirs come after mine;
And though I were not, though I be not, best,
I have loved and love thee more than all the rest.
O love, O lover, loose or hold me fast,
I had thee first, whoever have thee last;
Fairer or not, what need I know, what care?
To thy fair bud my blossom once seemed fair.
Why am I fair at all before thee, why
At all desired? seeing thou art fair, not I.
I shall be glad of thee, O fairest head,
Alive, alone, without thee, with thee, dead;
I shall remember while the light lives yet,
And in the night-time I shall not forget.
Though (as thou wilt) thou leave me ere life leave,
I will not, for thy love I will not, grieve;
Not as they use who love not more than I,
Who love not as I love thee though I die;
And though thy lips, once mine, be oftener prest
To many another brow and balmier breast,
And sweeter arms, or sweeter to thy mind,
Lull thee or lure, more fond thou wilt not find.”
― Poems and Ballads
![Mary Ann Shaffer](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1233257703i/1194527._CR0,40,200,200_.jpg)
“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.”
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![Edward Abbey](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1516467601i/37218.jpg)
“There is a certain animal vitality in most of us which carries us through any trouble but the absolutely overwhelming. Only a fool has no sorrow, only an idiot has no grief - but then only a fool and an idiot will let grief and sorrow ride him down into the grave.”
― Postcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American Iconoclast
― Postcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American Iconoclast
![Charles Haddon Spurgeon](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1283124007i/2876959._UX200_CR0,31,200,200_.jpg)
“A child's cry touches a father's heart, and our King is the Father of his people. If we can do no more than cry it will bring omnipotence to our aid. A cry is the native language of a spiritually needy soul; it has done with fine phrases and long orations, and it takes to sobs and moans; and so, indeed, it grasps the most potent of all weapons, for heaven always yields to such artillery.”
― The Treasury of David: Spurgeon's Classic Work on the Psalms
― The Treasury of David: Spurgeon's Classic Work on the Psalms
![Maya Angelou](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1379017377i/3503._UX200_CR0,6,200,200_.jpg)
“Look beyond your tasseled caps
And you will see injustice.
At the end of your fingertips
You will find cruelties,
Irrational hate, bedrock sorrow
And terrifying loneliness.
There is your work.”
― Letter to My Daughter
And you will see injustice.
At the end of your fingertips
You will find cruelties,
Irrational hate, bedrock sorrow
And terrifying loneliness.
There is your work.”
― Letter to My Daughter
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