Charles Dickens Quotes

"I saw her, in the fire, but now. I hear her in music, in the wind, in the dead stillness of the night," returned the haunted man.

I cry all the time.

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

Sorrow makes an ugly face odious.

There's no comfort in the truth, pain is all you'll find.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

It was the saddest day of my life.

There is a lot of sadness in America.

A loss feels like a loss.

Heartbreak is a real thing.

Certain things will always hurt: rejection, or loss.

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

So loud was the wailing of the women and children that there was not one man among us whose heart did not bleed at the sound.

Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.

Disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak

I stalk about her door, like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for waftage.

You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.

Endless sorrow has fallen upon my heart.

All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.

He splayed a hand out over the photographs, trembling fingers not quite touching the shiny surface, and then he turned and leaned toward me, slowly, with the improbable grace of a tall tree falling. He buried his face in my shoulder and went very quietly and thoroughly to pieces.