sorrow

Don"t gaze too hard at your belly button Or you will unexpectedly hit rock bottom!

The irony is that there is nothing purer than sorrow.

Squiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?''Oh, rather!''What do you do about it?''I generally take a couple of cocktails.

Someday, beyond the clouds and all the world's wrongs, there will be love, compassion and justice, and we shall all understand.

Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor?Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest.Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart.Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.

It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me.

...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

When the person you love can't see your love for them beneath the painful things you say when they reject you, remember this: Love is blind.

Between the lines thoughts were felt. In a way words could never read.

That felt meaningful somehow, like the words on the pages ached for him to know their sorrow.

How could I have been so ignorant? she thinks. So stupid, so unseeing, so given over to carelessness. But without such ignorance, such carelessness, how could we live? If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next__f you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions__ou'd be doomed. You'd be as ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.

As nothing is wasted in our life same goes for pain also. It only brings us closer to God and to ourselves too as we come to know our strengths. So allow life to unfold as it should. Just go with the flow.

Every broken heart has one time or another asked, "What is important to me now?

Every time someone reaches out to you, even if it's to point out your sin and they seem to be judging you, it is a token of God's mercy. He sees the past, present, and future. He knows that you're headed for an eternity of pain and sorrow and He's begging you to turn to Him for salvation. Jesus is the only way to Heaven: the Way, the Truth, and the Life. He is your only hope. He is your Creator and He loves you more than you could ever love yourself. Please turn to Him. Please don't be deceived into thinking your way is better than His. God's way is perfect.

If one bad thing befell me, I immediately linked it to every bad thing that had happened in the last week or might happen in the coming week. And when I became sad, I was prone to wallow in grief, piling up my woes and sprawling on them like a dragon on a hoard.

Thousands of reason are too less to make me sad but a single reason is enough to make me smile.

Don't be among those who give up early and regret later.

Every sacred mission, every hunt for hidden relics, every pilgrimage from one end of the earth to the other _ I was looking for you.