#sorrow

Death. What a brief word for the extinguishing of life. To be no more. To have days cut off and at their end. To never again..........anything. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#end #finality #grief #richelle #richelle-goodrich

They sat quietly together for a few minutes, Joe holding Fiona's hand, Fiona sniffling. No flowery words, no platitudes passed between them. Joe would have done anything to ease her suffering, but he knew nothing he might do, or say, could. Her grief would run its course, like a fever, and release her when it was spent. He would not shush her or tell her it was God's will and that her da was better off. That was rubbish and they both knew it. When something hurt as bad as this, you had to let it hurt. There were no shortcuts. ↗

— Jennifer Donnelly

#death-and-dying #death-of-a-loved-one #sorrow #unhappiness #death

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. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

#depression #sorrow #death

If people would dare to speak to one another unreservedly, there would be a good deal less sorrow in the world a hundred years hence. ↗

— Samuel Butler

#dare #deal #good #good deal #hence

Illusory joy is often worth more than genuine sorrow. ↗

— Rene Descartes

#illusory #joy #more #often #sorrow

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. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#death #devotion #mourning #sorrow #time

He that raises a large family does, indeed, while he lives to observe them, stand a broader mark for sorrow; but then he stands a broader mark for pleasure too. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#does #family #indeed #large #large family

Along the wide curving moat surrounding the palace, rows of cherry trees announced the end of their seasonal beauty. Some of the trees were weeping: blossoms in white and palest pink, ponderous with decreptitude, eddying on the brown water, stirred by the paddling of ducks. ↗

— John Burnham Schwartz

#sorrow #beauty

Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin. ↗

— John Webster

#eldest #held #sin #sorrow

There are people still in the Republican Party that I believe practice the communication of anger, of disappointment, of regret, of pain, of sorrow, of suffering. That's not what the American people want to hear. ↗

— Frank Luntz

#american people #anger #believe #communication #disappointment