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  • #1
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    “Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • #2
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

  • #3
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”
    Rumi

  • #4
    Haruki Murakami
    “No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #5
    William Shakespeare
    “Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  • #6
    Jandy Nelson
    “grief is a house
    where the chairs
    have forgotten how to hold us
    the mirrors how to reflect us
    the walls how to contain us

    grief is a house that disappears
    each time someone knocks at the door
    or rings the bell
    a house that blows into the air
    at the slightest gust
    that buries itself deep in the ground
    while everyone is sleeping

    grief is a house where no one can protect you
    where the younger sister
    will grow older than the older one
    where the doors
    no longer let you in
    or out”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #7
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    Time Does Not Bring Relief

    Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
    Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
    I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
    I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
    The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
    And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
    But last year’s bitter loving must remain
    Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
    There are a hundred places where I fear
    To go,—so with his memory they brim.
    And entering with relief some quiet place
    Where never fell his foot or shone his face
    I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
    And so stand stricken, so remembering him.”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems

  • #8
    “The Uses Of Sorrow

    (In my sleep I dreamed this poem)

    Someone I loved once gave me
    a box full of darkness.

    It took me years to understand
    that this, too, was a gift.”
    Mary Oliver, Thirst

  • #9
    Shannon L. Alder
    “The most confused you will ever get is when you try to convince your heart and spirit of something your mind knows is a lie.”
    Shannon L. Alder

  • #10
    Kahlil Gibran
    “Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.”
    Kahlil Gibran, The Broken Wings

  • #11
    Craig Silvey
    Sorry.

    Sorry means you feel the pulse of other people's pain as well as your own, and saying it means you take a share of it. And so it binds us together, makes us trodden and sodden as one another. Sorry is a lot of things. It's a hole refilled. A debt repaid. Sorry is the wake of misdeed. It's the crippling ripple of consequence. Sorry is sadness, just as knowing is sadness. Sorry is sometimes self-pity. But Sorry, really, is not about you. It's theirs to take or leave.

    Sorry means you leave yourself open, to embrace or to ridicule or to revenge. Sorry is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won't settle until things are set right and true. Sorry doesn't take things back, but it pushes things forward. It bridges the gap. Sorry is a sacrament. It's an offering. A gift.”
    Craig Silvey, Jasper Jones

  • #12
    Henry James
    “Sorrow comes in great waves...but rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us, it leaves us. And we know that if it is strong, we are stronger, inasmuch as it passes and we remain.”
    Henry James

  • #13
    Kahlil Gibran
    “The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,the more joy you can contain.
    Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
    And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
    When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
    When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
    Kahlil Gibran

  • #14
    Lang Leav
    “What was it like to lose him?" Asked Sorrow.
    There was a long pause before I responded:

    It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to
    me—said all at once.”
    Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

  • #15
    Harriet Beecher Stowe
    “...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.”
    Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin

  • #16
    H. Jackson Brown Jr.
    “If you know someone who tries to drown their sorrows, you might tell them sorrows know how to swim.”
    H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You

  • #17
    Gregory Maguire
    “Because no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face.”
    Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West

  • #18
    Françoise Sagan
    “A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of its complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, and sets me apart from everybody else.”
    Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse

  • #19
    “For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge the more grief.”
    Anonymous, The Holy Bible: King James Version

  • #20
    Cormac McCarthy
    “The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.”
    Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

  • #21
    John Banville
    “We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.”
    John Banville, The Sea

  • #22
    Nikita Gill
    “The saddest word
    in the whole wide world
    is the word almost.

    He was almost in love.
    She was almost good for him.
    He almost stopped her.
    She almost waited.
    He almost lived.
    They almost made it.”
    Nikita Gill

  • #23
    R.F. Kuang
    “You asked how large my sorrow is. And I answered, like a river in spring flowing east.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

  • #24
    Jesmyn Ward
    “Sorrow is food swallowed too quickly, caught in the throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe.”
    Jesmyn Ward, Sing, Unburied, Sing

  • #25
    Vernor Vinge
    “I never guessed I could cry so hard my face hurt.”
    Vernor Vinge, A Fire Upon the Deep

  • #26
    N.K. Jemisin
    “...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.”
    N.K. Jemisin, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms

  • #27
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “That is fundamentally the only courage which is demanded of us: to be brave in the face of the strangest, most singular and most inexplicable things that can befall us”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #28
    “But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.”
    Emma Forrest, Your Voice in My Head

  • #29
    C.S. Lewis
    “I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.”
    C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

  • #30
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    “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”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay, Second April



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