Carlos Castaneda Quotes

Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

Real misery cuts off all paths to itself.

When you die of sorrow it's as if you've broken all the bones in your body, bruised yourself all over, cracked your skull. That's sorrow.

Her grief grieved her. His devastated her.

But it was not the room’s disorder which was frightening; it was the fact that when one began searching for the key to this disorder, one realized that it was not to be found in any of the usual places. For this was not a matter of habit or circumstance or temperament; it was a matter of punishment and grief.

Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul.

Grief and guilt. A powerful combination. Guilt like a liquid, a thin liquor, seeping everywhere, informing everything, saturating the whole-corrosive, like seawater, scented with the rich stench of ordure and corruption, and carrying with it hard, abrasive shards of grief.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

I just lost my best friend, I have been crying hysterical for a full day.

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

Our culture has become increasingly intolerant of that acute sorrow, that intense mental anguish and deep remorse which may be defined as grief. We want to medicate such sorrow away.

Elaine is just in pain. I think Elaine has become very, very sad woman. She is someone who is in deep need of many hours of analysis and I like to think that I'm not that type of person.

My bones are tired from all the tragedy in me.

I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.

I feel hurt and pain times a million, all the time.

After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to bear. Each time she opened her eyes, she'd quickly shut them. And wish that she had woken up for the very last time.

Lofty mountains are full of springs; great hearts are full of tears.

Cries of despair, misery, sobbing grief are a kind of wealth.

Some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.

A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.

The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain, but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire.

The pain was so deep and so raw. There were days I would have died just to forget. The problem was, I couldn't figure out how to get her out of my mind. How do you kill that kind of pain?