Sorrow Quotes
…in silence learned the sweet solace which affection administers to sorrow.
You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.
I've learned that from a war ignited by revenge, nothing can be born, but sorrow. - Aladdin
They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man's.
A mind unruffled by the vagaries of fortune, from sorrow freed, from defilements cleansed, from fear liberated - this is the greatest blessing.
Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight
No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth
Since we are exposed to inevitable sorrows, wisdom is the art of finding compensation.
The powers know that the people at large are like children whose despair, sorrow, and tears can be turned into joy with a little toy. ... An army and navy represents the people's toys.
Christians rejoice even while they truly sorrow - because their rejoicing is in the hope of heaven... While joy overcomes sorrow, it does not put an end to it.
There are moments of mingled sorrow and tenderness, which hallow the caresses of affection.
Why must love always be accompanied--sooner or later--by sorrow and pain? Why not? Because pure bliss is for pure idiots.
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain-- Dawn will find them still again; This has neither wax nor wane, Neither stop nor start.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
It is Christlike work to soothe and sympathize, and only those who have drunk the cup of sorrow are fully equipped to do it.
It is better to be affected with a true penitent sorrow for sin than to be able to resolve the most difficult cases about it.
Everything that was not suffered to the end and finally concluded, recurred, and the same sorrows were undergone.
We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure.
May it make your sorrow Easier for you to bear Knowing there are others Who understand and care.
in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.
With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?
Our lives are at once ordinary and mythical. At the same instant we have these magnificent hearts that pump through all sorrow and all winters we are alive on the earth.
At the end of the season of sorrows comes the time of rejoicing. Spring, like a well-oiled clock, noiselessly indicates this time.
To be wise was to be above joy and sorrow, fear and pity, ambition and humiliation. It was to hate nothing and to love nothing, and above all to be utterly indifferent to the love and hate of others.
Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.
Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again, Sorrow breeds sorrow, on grief brings forth twain.
There is nothing like employment, active indispensable employment, for relieving sorrow. Employment, even melancholy, may dispel melancholy.
Be gone, sorrow, sickness, wheelchairs, and cancer! Enough of you, screams of fear and nights of horror! Death, you die! Life, you reign!
Hatred and sorrow are power. They are yours to control. All you have to do is turn them into strength, and use that strength to move forward.
Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.
Bashfulness may sometimes exclude pleasure, but seldom opens any avenue to sorrow or remorse.
You will be consoled according to the greatness of your sorrow and affliction; the greater the suffering, the greater will be the reward.
All was ended now, the hope, and the fear and the sorrow, All the aching of the heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!
For me, it is a deep personal tragedy. I know that the world shares the sorrow that Mrs. Kennedy and her family bear. I will do my best. That is all I can do. I ask for your help - and God's.
Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
I can’t believe we will forget our sorrows altogether. That would mean forgetting that we had lived, humanly speaking. Sorrow seems to me to be a great part of the substance of human life.
