sorrow

I watch my loved ones weep with sorrow, death's silent torment of no tomorrow. I feel their hearts breaking, I sense their despair, United in misery, the grief that they share. How do I show that, I am not gone...but the essence of life's everlasting songWhy do they wee? Why do they cry?I'm alive in the wind and I am soaring high. I am sparkling light dancing on streams, a moment of warmth in the fays of sunbeams.The coolness of rain as it falls on your face, the whisper of leaves as wind rushes with haste. Eternal Song, a requiem by Avian of Celieriafrom Crown of Crystal Flame by C.L. Wilson

Raistlin opened his eyes, looking at her without recognition. And in them, she saw deep, undying sorrow--the look of one who has been permitted to enter a realm of deadly, perilous beauty, and who now finds himself, once more, cast down into the grey, rain-swept world.

A true friend is not the one you share laughter with. But the one you share laughter and sorrow with.

exile is strangely compelling to think about but terrible to experience. It is the unhealable rift forced between a human being and a native place, between the self and its true home: its essential sadness can never be surmounted. And while it is true that literature and history contain heroic, romantic, glorious, even triumphant episodes in an exile__ life, these are no more than efforts meant to overcome the crippling sorrow of estrangement.

I may no explain you much about myself but we both have one thing in common & its tears.

You may have misery,_ she continued, ignoring my plea, __ou may lose hope in the sorrow of an unplanned life but as long as you have faith and trust in adoration, in affection, in love, that sorrow will turn to happiness. And that is a constant, dear._ She breathed deeply and steadily for a moment, seemingly catching her breath.__o one can know sincere happiness, Sophie, without first having known sorrow. One can never appreciate the enormity and rareness of such a fiery bliss without seeing misery, however unfair that may be.__nd you will know honest happiness. Of that I am certain. Certain because it__ why you are here and also because here is your inevitability.

Happiness is an illusion

The weapons of divine justice are blunted by the confession and sorrow of the offender.

Extreme joy and extreme sorrow are indistinguishable beyond a certain point. ("Jane Brown's Body")

Only tears can understand the joy of sorrow.

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy

The saddest thing about death, whether it's our own or someone we care for, is when the world doesn't stop when we do.

He finally comprehended that the sole impossibility regarding human sorrow is to arrive at some unsurpassable limit to it.

In a little while they were kissing. In a little while longer, they made their slow sweet love.The iron bed sounded like a pine forest in an ice storm, like a switch track in a Memphis trainyard, like the sweet electrical thunder of habitual love and the tragical history of the constant heart. Auntee finished first, and then Uncle soon after, and their lips were touching lightly as they did.The rain was still falling and the scritch owl was still asleep and the dragonflies were hidden like jewels somewhere in deep brown wet grasses, nobody knew where.Uncle rolled away from his wife and held onto her hand, never let it go, old friend, old partner, passionate wife.

Sorrow has rushed over the world like the waters of the Deluge, and it will take time to recede. But already, there are small islands of - hope? Happiness? Something like them, at any rate.

He stumbled out of his phlegmatic apathy,when she entered his life like an epiphany.

don't just listen to people crying, hear the reasons why they cry

In freedom you form in utter disgrace,the bars of my prison this night.While you drift on currents of seraphim heights,it is I who deserve to take flight.