Raw and delicate, poignant and poetic, Shelby Smoak’s Bleeder exposes the sorrow and sometimes sweetness of coming to age with HIV. In a world of misunderstanding and stigmas, the young Smoak searches for love and acceptance, and his readers can’t help but find themselves becoming emotionally attached to him. His is an observant and encompassing story, noticing the brilliance of existence that others might take for granted. The sunsets written here are more lovely than in life.
There are as many forms of happiness as sorrow, though most prove fleeting.
A man exercising no forethought will soon experience present sorrow.
He was at his own request and through his own complicity driven out of all his happinesses one after the other; and he had this sorrow, that after having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose her again in detail.
When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
It seldom happens that any felicity comes so pure as not to be tempered and allayed by some mixture of sorrow.
Behind every trial and sorrow that He makes us shoulder, God has a reason.
Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.
Someday, I have no doubt, the dead from today's wars will be seen with a similar sense of sorrow at needless loss and folly as those millions of men who lie in the cemeteries of France and Belgium - and tens of millions of Americans will feel a similar revulsion for the politicians and generals who were so spendthrift with others' lives.
You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.
Sorrow makes an ugly face odious.
Sorrow and solitude, these are the precious things And the only words that are worth remembering.
Sorrow is one of the vibrations that prove the fact of living.
Grace is the mastery of truth, the teacher of discipline, the light of the heart, the comforter of affliction, the banisher of sorrow, the nurse of devotion.
But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. 'Life is not a song, sweetling,' he'd told her, 'You may learn that one day to your sorrow. ' In life, the monsters win, she told herself.
So long as you are in this world, be not surprised at the existence of sorrows.
Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I'll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, Go take your damned tomorrow!
Who heeds not the future will find sorrow at hand
Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow.