“Я ніколи не заздрила його щастю, шкодувала лише про те, що він не знайшов його зі мною”
“Grief and love are sisters, woven together from the beginning. Their kinship reminds us that there is no love that does not contain loss and no loss that is not a reminder of the love we carry for what we once held close.”
“She was a tragic beauty. Sadness had left its fingerprints all over her face.”
“I’m helped by a gentle notion from Buddhist psychology, that there are “near enemies” to every great virtue—reactions that come from a place of care in us, and which feel right and good, but which subtly take us down an ineffectual path. Sorrow is a near enemy to compassion and to love. It is borne of sensitivity and feels like empathy. But it can paralyze and turn us back inside with a sense that we can’t possibly make a difference. The wise Buddhist anthropologist and teacher Roshi Joan Halifax calls this a “pathological empathy” of our age. In the face of magnitudes of pain in the world that come to us in pictures immediate and raw, many of us care too much and see no evident place for our care to go. But compassion goes about finding the work that can be done. Love can’t help but stay present”
“Many a month of gloomy unconsciousness rolled over me, without date or notice. One thousand waves may welter over a sunk wreck, and be felt as one.”
“Most people think it s normal to have a nameless sorrow at the bottom of your soul.”
“Sorrow (A Song) To me this world s a dreary blank, All hopes in life are gone and fled, My high strung energies are sank, And all my blissful hopes lie dead.-- The world once smiling to my view, Showed scenes of endless bliss and joy; The world I then but little knew, Ah! little knew how pleasures cloy; All then was jocund, all was gay, No thought beyond the present hour, I danced in pleasure’s fading ray, Fading alas! as drooping flower. Nor do the heedless in the throng, One thought beyond the morrow give, They court the feast, the dance, the song, Nor think how short their time to live. The heart that bears deep sorrow’s trace, What earthly comfort can console, It drags a dull and lengthened pace, Till friendly death its woes enroll.-- The sunken cheek, the humid eyes, E’en better than the tongue can tell; In whose sad breast deep sorrow lies, Where memory s rankling traces dwell.-- The rising tear, the stifled sigh, A mind but ill at ease display, Like blackening clouds in stormy sky, Where fiercely vivid lightnings play. Thus when souls energy is dead, When sorrow dims each earthly view, When every fairy hope is fled, We bid ungrateful world adieu.”
“Suffering is so real & I walk amongst so many who have no idea how much my soul is aching to be healed.”
“Sorrow and strife comes to all persons. Mature people expect hardships and setbacks and patiently and determinedly work to accomplish their goals. Immature people lash out in anger and frustration when circumstances conspire to blunt their short-term objectives.”
“I wish for sorrow to be a full stop and happiness to be a comma in my life.”
“Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor Eagerly I wished the morrow, - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore –”
“A small temptation can stop a great glory and turn great joy into a great sorrow”
“The past is never dead. It s not even past; if it were there would be no grief or sorrow.”
“Don t gaze too hard at your belly button Or you will unexpectedly hit rock bottom!”
“I am being adult day by day but the first sorrow of my life is still fresh as warm ash.”
“Just when she was about to reemerge from the depths of her sorrows, someone shook her again. This wasn t the jolt that usually awakens the senses. This was what it takes to finally rise over all that is petty about this world. Jealousy, insecurity and of course, betrayal. Awakening the senses was meant for another day, another time.”
“Waqt masiha haeh, har gham ko samaa lega, Lekin waqt haeh, waqt lega. (Time is a messiah, every sorrow it shall contain. But time it is and time it shall take.)”