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I sorrow; and I shall not mock my truth
With travesties of suffering, nor seek
To effigy its incorporeal bulk
In little wry-faced images of woe.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Interim (via anenlighteningellipsis)
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Adonis, ‘Desert’, The Pages of Day and Night (trans. Samuel Hazo)
[Text ID: “He locks the door, not to seal in his happiness but to free his sorrow.”]
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Title page. The mystery of pain; a book for the sorrowful. 1914
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Title page. The mystery of pain; a book for the sorrowful. 1914
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Title page. The mystery of pain; a book for the sorrowful. 1914
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Her weary, grieving eyes, which wept with gazes sadder than tears,
Marcel Proust, from The Complete Short Stories; “Pleasures and Regrets,”
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8 December.
Sorrow and joy, guilt and innocence, like two hands indissolubly clasped together; one would have to cut through flesh, blood, and bones to part them.
Franz Kafka, from a diary entry
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“You, too, have lived, struggled, and suffered. Where I have wounds, you have scars. I want you to know one thing and one thing only: Nothing is more true than that misfortune brings understanding. One can never collapse inside oneself if one is truly sustained by pure understanding. How many things have I seen in myself and outside myself since my sorrow! The highest hopes spring from the deepest griefs.”
Victor Hugo, from a letter to Charles de Lacretelle written c. July 1844
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I felt my soul overwhelmed with sorrow because I should have liked to dance with someone whom I adored with all my heart.
Colette, from Claudine at School
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Sorrow, such as I feel now, is soothing and natural, and makes life more worth having,
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson wr. c. September 1904
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Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “Exiled,”
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…she could not sustain this enormous weight of sorrow, these heavy draperies of grief…
Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
but in battalions.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act IV, Scene V
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my name is that of all women, sorrow.
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Samuel Barber - Adagio for Strings, Op.11
Often described as the “saddest classical work ever”, Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings has an almost inexorable quality in the slow, steady upward movement of the haunting melody towards the hair-raising climax, before finally settling back to the subdued sorrow of the opening. The piece was famously featured in the film Platoon, and was played at the funerals of Albert Einstein, Princess Grace of Monaco and during the announcements of the deaths of Franklin D. Roosevelt and John F. Kennedy.
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the unsatisfying morning that says
I am your future,
here is your cargo of sorrow.
Louise Glück, from “Stars”, The Seven Ages