Sorrow Quotes

Women are so gentle, so affectionate, so true in sorrow, so untired and untiring! but the leaf withers not sooner, and tropic light fades not more abruptly.

Blessed be those souls who are glad! They are a salve for sorrow and fatigue. A sun in days of darkness, a joy in sorrow, a ray of heaven shining through the uncertainness of earth.

Taking on a pet is a contract with sorrow.

The Savior knows the difficulties of the way and can guide us through whatever sorrows and disappointments may come.

There 's nae sorrow there, John, There 's neither cauld nor care, John, The day is aye fair, In the land o' the leal.

... I have read in your face, as plain as if it was a book, that but for some trouble and sorrow we should never know half the good there is about us.

The joys of heaven will surely compensate for the sorrows of earth.

To become a man was something, but to become a man of sorrows was far more; to bleed, and die, and suffer.

That conversion which is all joy and lacks sorrow for sin, is very questionable.

There is a sweet joy that comes to us through sorrow.

Sorrow is never more sorrowful than when it jests at its own misery.

Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.

There must still be room for the falling note, of course. Even in an undying world there are times when beauty passes from sight, or love passes from the heart, and we feel the sorrow of partition.

For a song I was bought Now I lie when I talk With a careful eye on the cue card. Onto a stage I was pushed, With my sorrow well rehearsed. So give me all your pity and your money, now (all of it).

I believe if we can wait long enough that every honorable sorrow will become a kind of joy.

Death cut the strings that gave me life, And handed me to Sorrow, The only kind of middle wife My folks could beg or borrow.

Naught is possessed, neither gold, nor land nor love, nor life, nor peace, nor even sorrow nor death, nor yet salvation. Say of nothing: It is mine. Say only: It is with me.

The outlet for my sorrow, that I do feel deeply, and the pain, is the songs. That's where it goes.

What are the sorrows of other men to us, and what their joy?

The City that God is building for you and me, not even death can pass its gates! God's City of Tomorrow, His garden of the gods, will have no pain nor death nor sorrow!

Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.

Life doesn't take itself seriously for long. Joy leaves an imprint even in the hardest sorrow.

There is no sorrow under heaven which is, or ought to be, endless. To believe or to make it so, is an insult to Heaven itself.

A man's sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep.

What is life? The joy of the blessed, the sorrow of the sad, and a search for death. And what is death? An inevitable happening, an uncertain pilgrimage, the tears of the living, the thief of man.

Knowing cats, a lifetime of cats, what is left is a sediment of sorrow quite different from that due to humans: compounded of pain for their helplessness, of guilt on behalf of us all.

If all men and women were kept at some useful employment there would be less sorrow and wickedness in the world.

Deep down in everyone was sorrow and certainty.

Peace signifies more than the stilling of guns, easing the sorrow of war. More than escape from death, it is a way of life. More than a haven for the weary, it is a hope for the brave.

There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it.

Tomorrow--there's no day so fair, It knows no sorrow; A day that banishes despair, Joy rules tomorrow.

I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

A mother's sorrow is more true, honorable, and beautiful than the detachment of the sage.

If we are more affected by the ruin of a palace than by the conflagration of a cottage, our humanity must have formed a very erroneous estimate of the miseries of human life.

No great truth bursts upon man without having its hemisphere of darkness and sorrow.

Sorrow in the tongue will talk itself cured, if you give it a chance; but sorrow in the eyes has a wicked, wicked way now and then of leaking into the brain.

The truly beneficent mind looks upon every child of sorrow as their relation, and entitled to their assistance.

I am the mother that bore you, and your sorrow is my agony; and if you don't hate her, i do' Then, mother, you make me love her more. She is unjustly treated by you, and I must make the balance even.

How am I to dress up in my finery, and go off and away to smart parties, after the sorrow I have seen today?

If we do not suffer a loss all the way to the end, it will wait for us. It won’t just dissipate and disappear. Rather, it will fester, and we will experience its sorrow later, in stranger forms.

Death is not the worst sorrow.

The dark today leads into light tomorrow. There is no endless joy, and yet no endless sorrow.

Time sped. And the poet through sorrow Became like his suffering kind. Again he toiled over his poems To lighten the grief of his mind.

And he who has dwelt with his heart alone, Hears all the music in friendship's tone. So better and better I comprehend How sorrow ever would be our friend.

While forced to dwell apart from thy dear face, Love, robed like sorrow, led me by the hand And taught my doubting heart to understand That which has puzzled all the human race.

Even so We find the sea of sorrow. Black as night The sullen surface meets our frightened gaze, As down we sink to darkness and despair.

The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know.

You'd be surprised to know how many heartaches, how many bitter disappointments, how many disasters that seem final when they come, we learn to survive and in time even to forget.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe.