Julian Sands Quotes

Pearls mean tears.

Sadness is a state of sin.

Again, I lay awake, and I cried because of waste.

Sorrow only increased with knowledge.

Sorrow makes us all children again.

I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.

I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only thing worse than imagining Dimitri and Tasha together was remembering when he and I had been together. He would never touch me again like that, never kiss me again.

I am bewildered by the death of love. And my responsibility for it.

My wife and I went back to the hotel where we spent our wedding night. Only this time, I stayed in the bathroom and cried.

Ever since the day you left me, I've been so miserable, my dear. I feel almost as bad as I did when you were still here.

He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in.

I'm sorry I'm crying again on national television.

That Woman is in love with her own grief.

It's like when someone dies, the initial stages of grief seem to be the worst. But in some ways, it's sadder as time goes by and you consider how much they've missed in your life. In the world.

Blue. My God! I'm so blue that if I were a dog, I'd sit on my haunches and howl and howl and howl...

I'm really happy with my life now, but there's a lot of stuff I feel very sad about in ways I can't even control.

We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken.

If only' repeated again and again in her head like a battering ram...'if only' could break your heart.

Since his mother died I have seen him steam a cucumber thinking it was zucchini. That's the kind of thing that turns my heart right over.

My heart is its own grave!

I have pains in my hearts, they have taken my appetite.

I woke up and one of us was crying.

I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.

To revive sorrow is cruel.

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.