inner sorrow Quotes

To be laughed at is no great hardship to me. I can delight in scoffs and jeers. Caricatures, lampoons, and slanders are my glory. But that you should turn from your own mercy, this is my sorrow. Spit on me, but, oh, repent! Laugh at me, but, oh, believe in my Master! Make my body as the dirt of the streets, but damn not your own souls!

But the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all the years of his life ahead, the long years without her, with never seeing her or hearing from her or knowing anything about her, if she was alive or happy or dead or what, that touch stayed locked within him, sealed in himself, and never went away. That one touch of her hand.

It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.

It's no good going on living in the ashes of a dead happiness.

The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.

None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.

I went inside my heart to see how it was. Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.

Some of us are born with a sense of loss. It is not acquired as we grow. It is already there from the beginning, and it pervades us throughout our lives.

One cannot balance tragedy in the scales Unless one weighs it with the tragic heart.

Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was his own grief turned magically to song.

When we touch the center of sorrow, when we sit with discomfort without trying to fix it, when we stay present to the pain of disapproval or betrayal and let it soften us, these are times that we connect with bohdichitta.

My definition of the blues is the naked cry of the human heart longing to be in union with God.

The sorrow which calls for help and comfort is not the greatest, nor does it come from the depths of the heart.

Some people habitually wear sadness, like a garment, and think it a becoming grace. God loves a cheerful worshipper.

Missed opportunities were never superficial wounds; they cut straight to the bone.

If a musician wants to blossom into a full-fledged person, it's not enough if he knows only classical music; nor it is enough if he's well-versed only in raagas and techniques. Instead, he should be a knowledgeable person interested in life and philosophy. In his personal life there should be, atleast in some corner of his heart, a tinge of lingering sorrow.

Our yearnings are homesicknesses for heaven; our sighings are for God, just as children that cry themselves asleep away from home, and sob in their slumber, know not that they sob for their parents. The soul's inarticulate moanings are the affections yearning for the Infinite, and having no one to tell them what it is that ails them.

A tear is enough water to float a desire to God.

Smiles come best from those who weep.

I was unhappy and so is every soul unhappy which is tied to its love for mortal things; when it loses them, it is torn in pieces, and it is then that it comes to realize the unhappiness which was there even before it lost them.

Deeply, he felt the love for the run-away in his heart, like a wound, and he felt at the same time that this wound had not been given to him in order to turn the knife in it, that it had to become a blossom and had to shine. That this wound did not blossom yet, did not shine yet, at this hour, made him sad. Instead of the desired goal, which had drawn him here following the runaway son, there was now emptiness.

Past mistakes cannot create a present pain; no mistake in life has the power to make us ache any more than the echo of someone crying can shed tears.

The film [Dream of Life] doesn't hide anything, except maybe moments of sorrow or darkness that belonged to me.

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.