Sorrow, quotes

She is always sad like a house on fire - always something wrong.

Her sorrow drags me down like a vengeful current.

She looked out the window her whole life, the way so many women sit their sadness on an elbow.

Misery and a nameless nostalgic distress possessed him. He was twenty-three, and oh so agonizingly conscious of the fact.

He sought to counsel and soothe the despairing by pointing to the resigned, and to transform the grief which sees only a pit into the grief with sees a star.

But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space.

Grief past weeping. I am hollow, I am a shell. To each of us fate sends the right disease. Mine a disease that eats me out from inside.