Agnes Repplier Quotes

If there is an evil in this world, it is sorrow and heaviness of heart. The loss of goods, of health, of coronets and mitres, is only evil as they occasion sorrow; take that out, the rest is fancy, and dwelleth only in the head of man.

By then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the smell. Sicksweet. Like old roses on a breeze.

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

My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.

When people go through tragic circumstances, it's not that there is no love there, but it's so hard to deal with and sometimes the gap starts to happen.

I've had to walk through a lot of my tears.

I have seen things in my life that have broken me in spirit.

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

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

A lean sorrow is hardest to bear.

Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.

After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.

Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow.

One must go through periods of numbness that are harder to bear than grief.

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It's as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.

But grief still has to be worked through. It is like walking through water. Sometimes there are little waves lapping about my feet. Sometimes there is an enormous breaker that knocks me down. Sometimes there is a sudden and fierce squall. But I know that many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.

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.

Trouble comes to us all in this life: we set our hearts on things which it isn't God's will for us to have, and then we go sorrowing.

I cannot tell how much my heart suffered for my people while at Leavenworth.

Everybody has lost somebody that they care about, or hopefully you haven't, but that's part of life.

Everybody has their burdens, their grief that they carry with them.

I get painted quite a bit as a tragic figure because of some of the stuff that's happened in my life.

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

There's some things I can't write about, just terrible personal tragedies.