Sorrow Quotes by E. M. Forster, Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Frances J Roberts, Rumi, James Sallis, Charles Spurgeon and many others.
It is not that the Englishman can’t feel-it is that he is afraid to feel. He has been taught at his public school that feeling is bad form. He must not express great joy or sorrow, or even open his mouth too wide when he talks-his pipe might fall out if he did.
How does one know if she has forgiven? You tend to feel sorrow over the circumstance instead of rage, you tend to feel sorry for the person rather than angry with him. You tend to have nothing left to say about it all.
Under every burden, …..God will slip His hand. Every gulf of sorrow, …..His great love has spanned, Into every heart-ache, …..God will our His balm: Ease the pain and anguish, …..bring a blessed calm.
To Love is to be God.
Never will a Lover’s chest
feel any sorrow.
Never will a Lover’s robe
be touched by mortals.
Never will a Lover’s body
be found buried in the earth.
To Love is to be God.
Never will a Lover’s chest
feel any sorrow.
Never will a Lover’s robe
be touched by mortals.
Never will a Lover’s body
be found buried in the earth.
To Love is to be God.
In the darkness things always go away from you. Memory holds you down while regret and sorrow kick hell out of you. The only help you’ll get is a few hard drinks and morning.
Too many people write their blessings in the sand but engrave their sorrows in marble
To care for someone can mean to adore them, feed them, tend their wounds. But care can also signify sorrow, as in “bowed down by cares.” Or anxiety, as in “Careful!” Or investment in an outcome, as in “Who cares?” The word love has no such range of meaning: It’s pure acceptance.
The care of God for us is a great thing, if a man believe it at heart: it plucks the burden of sorrow from him.
For some moments in life there are no words.
I’ve never had a divorce, but I’ve seen so many of my friends, my sister, my family go through that stuff, so I try to write for the people that can’t write about it. I take on their sorrow, so I’m able to kind of express it, or their joy.
Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I’ve only found sorrow.
There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.
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.
Sorrows when shared are less burdensome, though joys divided are increased.
To extract the fullest flavor of our drinking house, we needed to spend serious evening time there, slowly coming to know the bartender and the regulars, their joys and sorrows.
In my dream, I was drowning my sorrows But my sorrows they learned to swim
Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.
Black for hunting through the night For death and sorrow, the color’s white Gold for a bride in her wedding gown, And red to call enchantment down.
If you will receive yourself in the fires of sorrow, God will make you nourishment for other people.
Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.
The birth of a man is the birth of his sorrow. The longer he lives, the more stupid he becomes, because his anxiety to avoid unavoidable death becomes more and more acute. What bitterness! He lives for what is always out of reach! His thirst for survival in the future makes him incapable of living in the present.
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
Death and sorrow will be the companions of our journey; hardship our garment; constancy and valor our only shield. We must be united, we must be undaunted, we must be inflexible.
She was no longer that happy creature who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake and talked with ecstasy of our future prospects. The first of those sorrows which are sent to wean us from the earth had visited her, and its dimming influence quenched her dearest smiles.
Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow; Best, while you have it, use your breath; There is no drinking after death.
There are as many forms of happiness as sorrow, though most prove fleeting.
We learn as much from sorrow as from joy, as much from illness as from health, from handicap as from advantage and indeed perhaps more.
It is better to learn early of the inevitable depths, for then sorrow and death can take their proper place in life, and one is not afraid.
The greatest sorrow and burden you can lay on the Father, the greatest unkindness you can do to him is not to believe that he loves you.
There’s a universe inside your head – a place of pictures and passions, of songs and sorrows. It’s everything you are – and it’s an utter mystery.
As this world was not intended to be a state of any great satisfaction or high enjoyment, so neither was it intended to be a mere scene of unhappiness and sorrow.
After rain comes sunshine; After darkness comes the glorious dawn. There is no sorrow without its alloy of joy; there is no joy without its admixture of sorrow. Behind the ugly terrible mask of misfortune lies the beautiful soothing countenance of prosperity. So, tear the mask!
One of the sweet things about pain and sorrow is that they show us how well we are loved, how much kindness there is in the world, and how easily we can make others happy in the same way when they need help and sympathy.
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain… When you are joyous look deep into your heart and you will find that it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
Children are contemptuous, haughty, irritable, envious, sneaky, selfish, lazy, flighty, timid, liars and hypocrites, quick to laugh and cry, extreme in expressing joy and sorrow, especially about trifles, they’ll do anything to avoid pain but they enjoy inflicting it: little men already.
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
What I’m sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow
So here’s some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow.
So here’s some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow.
too much happiness always overflowed into tears of sorrow.
It takes too much imagination to see the sorrows of people we take for happy. Their real battles take place, like those of the stars, in some realm of light imperceptible to the human eye. It is a feat of the mind to guess another’s heart.
There ‘s nae sorrow there, John, There ‘s neither cauld nor care, John, The day is aye fair, In the land o’ the leal.
The sympathy of sorrow is stronger than the sympathy of prosperity.
In the valley of sorrow, spread your wings.
Sorrow is not a raven perched persistently above a chamber door. Sorrow is a thing with teeth, and while in time it retreats, it comes back at the whisper of it’s name.
With strength to meet sorrow, and faith to endure
I believe the Negro blood counts, and counts to my advantage – though it has caused me at times a life of great humiliation and sorrow.
Indeed, the opposite of joy is not sorrow. The opposite of joy is unbelief.
As I’ve gotten older, I find I am able to be nourished more by sorrow and to distinguish it from depression.
Labor is rest from the sorrows that greet us; from all the petty vexations that meet us; from the sin-promptings that assail us; from the world-sirens that lure us to ill
Time passes cold and indifferent over us; it knows nothing of our joys or sorrows; it leads us with ice-cold hand deeper and deeper into the labyrinth.
We turned the switch, saw the flashes, watched for ten minutes, then switched everything off and went home. That night I knew the world was headed for sorrow.
Hope…which is whispered from PAndora’s box only after all the other plauges and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. Without it, there is onl time. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
There is a rhythm in life, a certain beauty which operates by a variation of lights and shadows, happiness alternating with sorrow, content with discontent, distilling in this process of contrast a sense of satisfaction, of richness that can be captured and pinned down only by those who possess the gift of awareness.
People live for love. They kill for love. They die for love. They have songs, poems, novels, sculptures, paintings, myths, legends. It’s one of the most powerful brain systems on Earth for both great joy and great sorrow.
At that moment I remembered something Cal had told me: that there is beauty in darkness in everything. Sorrow in joy, life and death, thorns on the rose. I knew then that I could not escape pain and torment any more than I could give up joy and beauty
Oh, when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight?
All sorrows are less with bread.
There seeps from heavily jowled or hawk-like foreign faces
The guttural sorrow of the refugees.
The guttural sorrow of the refugees.
Slaves sing most when they are most unhappy. The songs of the slave represent the sorrows of his heart; and he is relieved by them, only as an aching heart is relieved by its tears.
There is some joy in weeping. For our tears
Fill up the cup, then wash our pain away.
Fill up the cup, then wash our pain away.
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.
This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
To my son Hugh, in return for the care and sorrow he has caused me all the days of his life, for his dissolute career and his desertion, I do give and bequeath the sum of one thousand dollars and the memory of his misspent youth.
I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.
Sometimes you gotta laugh through the tears, smile through the pain so that you can live through the sorrow.
Drink today, and drown all sorrow; you shall perhaps not do tomorrow.
The human life is all one thing, like a blade tracing loops on the ice: a little kid, a twenty-three-year-old infantry sergeant, a middle-aged writer knowing guilt and sorrow.
Since sorrow follows joy As autumn does the spring Man must transcend the joys Of earth, which sorrows bring.
One of the greatest sorrows of human existence is that some people aren’t happy merely to be alive but find their happiness only in the misery of others.
My sorrow is I used to read all the time and now, as a writer, I don’t have the time to read.
All is fish that comes to the literary net. Goethe puts his joys and sorrows into poems, I turn my adventures into bread and butter.
Anything but enlightenment is pure pain; it is the lack of enlightenment. There are joys, of course, and they should be enjoyed. There are sorrows, and they should be passed over briefly.
The sorrow of God lies in our fear of Him, our fear of life, and our fear of ourselves. He anguishes over our self-absorption and self-sufficiency… God’s sorrow lies in our refusal to approach Him when we sinned and failed.
There is always a light within us that is free from all sorrow and grief, no matter how much we may be experiencing suffering.
And the flavor of Pippa’s kiss–bittersweet and strange–stayed with me all the way back uptown, swaying and sleepy as I sailed home on the bus, melting with sorrow and loveliness, a starry ache that lifted me up above the windswept city like a kite: my head in the rainclouds, my heart in the sky.
So sweet was ne’er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow’s heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.
The rose and thorn, the treasure and dragon, joy and sorrow, all mingle into one.
What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you— It takes life to love Life.
National partition is a sorrow that touches all Koreans, but for me it is brought to the fore by unimaginable personal suffering.
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.
Sorrow makes an ugly face odious.
In the deepest night of trouble and sorrow God gives us so much to be thankful for that we need never cease our singing. With all our wisdom and foresight we can take a lesson in gladness and gratitude from the happy bird that sings all night, as if the day were not long enough to tell its joy.
Before God and his people I express my sorrow for the sins and grave crimes of clerical sexual abuse committed against you. And I humbly ask forgiveness.
Suffering also has its worth. Through sorrow, pride is driven out And pity felt for those who wander in samsara; Evil is avoided, goodness seems delightful.
Too unconcerned to love and too passionless to hate, too detached to be selfish and too lifeless to be unselfish, too indifferent to experience joy and too cold to express sorrow, they are neither dead nor alive; they merely exist.
But if future generations are to remember us more with gratitude than with sorrow, we must achieve more than just the miracles of technology. We must also leave them a glimpse of the world as God really made it, not just as it looked when we got through with it.
Be calm, be strong, be grateful, and become a lamp full of light, that the darkness of sorrows be annihilated, and that the sun of everlasting joy arise from the dawning-place of heart and soul, shining brightly.
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
I sent my ex-husband a bully card: You held hate in one heart and spoke niceties with the other, you laid warm hands upon me in public and wounded me in private, your noble face hid your filthy ways, and your sorrow was but laughter.
If my art has nothing to do with people’s pain and sorrow, what is ‘art’ for?
I learned that the world didn’t see the inside of you, that it didn’t care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.
Grief is itself a medicine.
Completed, most lives were alike in stages of living-joys, celebrations, crises, illusions, losses, sorrows.
Let your pain be my sorrow. Let your tears be my tears too. Let your courage be my model. That the north you find will be true.
Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one center of pain.
Immanuel, God with us in our nature, in our sorrow, in our lifework, in our punishment, in our grave, and now with us, or rather we with Him, in resurrection, ascension, triumph, and Second Advent splendor.
I wonder if gratefulness is the bridge from sorrow to joy, spanning the chasm of our anxious striving. Freed from the burden of unbridled desires, we can enjoy what we have, celebrate what we’ve attained, and appreciate the familiar. For if we can’t be happy now, we’ll likely not be happy when.
I am here no longer just a vision birthed into this body I accept my praise, my blame, my joy, my sorrow I realize we are, in truth, the truth we seek God, perfect this very moment.
The creation itself is full of griefs. How can one understand joy if there is no sorrow? And how can everyone be happy at the same time?
I’ve discovered over the years that the simplest explanation is almost always the right one; and that hunger of one kind or another – desire, by another name – is the source of almost every sorrow.
What brings understanding is love. When your heart is full, then you will listen to the teacher, to the beggar, to the laughter of children, to the rainbow, and to the sorrow of man. Under every stone and leaf, that which is eternal exists.
I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain, And troubles swarm like bees about a hive; I shall believe the heights for which I strive Are only reached by anguish and by pain; And though I groan and tremble with my crosses, I yet shall see, through my severest losses, The greater gain.
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.
I do sing about drinking, but it’s in a party way. I don’t sing about drinking in a drowning-my-sorrows way, like in George Jones’s “If Drinking Don’t Kill Me (Her Memory Will).”
Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up
But – I cannot make a choice. I have my own sorrow, but I suffer with him, too; I share his pain. I understand all – that is my trouble.
I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all.
“There is no God,” the foolish saith, But none, “There is no sorrow.” And nature oft the cry of faith In bitter need will borrow: Eyes which the preacher could not school, By wayside graves are raised; And lips say, “God be pitiful,” Who ne’er said, “God be praised.”
I think the French have come to grips with their past, and that was true up until about – until the ’70s. And then there were things like the film “The Sorrow And The Pity.”
‘Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
therefore i live for today- certain of finding at sunrise guidance and strength for the way. power for each moment of weakness, hope for each moment of pain, comfort for every sorrow, sunshine and joy after rain!
In the time of your life, live—so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it.”
I have sat in the dark and looked at them both, the child and the woman. And the feeling has become too much. It is not sorrow or joy; it is the weight and the pressure of having been brought into their lives, and of knowing that if one were ever to be separated from them, it would mean your obliteration.
I love the friendly faces of old sorrows;
I have no secrets that they do not know.
I have no secrets that they do not know.
Turn away from mischief. Again and again, turn away. Before sorrow befalls you.
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 sorrow that lay cold in her mother’s heart… converted it into a tomb.
Christian wife! Follow in the footsteps of the ideal of all womanhood, the Blessed Mother of God; in joy and in sorrow, she will be your advocate at the throne of her Son.
This is my genre…the happiness, tragedies, and the sorrows of mankind as realized in the teeming black ghetto.
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.
The thought content of ghazals must be meaningful, related to life, it’s emotions of joy and sorrow. It must have the human touch, it should not be phoney.
What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.
It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.
How dreadful it is, to emerge from the oblivion of slumber, and to receive as a good morrow the mute wailing of one’s own hapless heart – to return from the land of deceptive dreams to the heavy knowledge of unchanged disaster!
A passionately lived life is not always comfortable. Going for it involves being open to all of life – the joys, the sorrows, the mundane as well and the magic, the splendid victories, the most abject defeats. You might even stop closing your eyes during the scary parts of the movie.
If desires are not uprooted, sorrows grow again in you.
Real sorrow is almost as difficult to discover as real poverty. An instinctive delicacy hides the rays of the one and the wounds of the other.
Be gone, sorrow, sickness, wheelchairs, and cancer! Enough of you, screams of fear and nights of horror! Death, you die! Life, you reign!
Repentance is more than just sorrow for the past; repentance is a change of mind and heart, a new life of denying self and serving the Savior as king in self’s place.
The biggest thing in today’s sorrow is the memory of yesterday’s joy.
Flee laziness which while it produces an immediate delight, ends in the sorrow of repentance. And know that nature without exercise is a seed shut up in the pod, and art without practice is nothing.
A fellow gets to thinking. About all the sorrow and afflictions in this world; how it’s liable to strike anywhere, like lightning.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o’er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.
Sorrow is better than laughter; for, by the sadness of the countenance, the heart is made better.
Thus every dog at last will have his day –
He who this morning smiled, at night may sorrow;
The grub today’s a butterfly tomorrow.
He who this morning smiled, at night may sorrow;
The grub today’s a butterfly tomorrow.
Take the joy and bear the sorrow, looking past your hopes and fears: learn to recognize the measured dance that orders all our years.
There is no sound so terrible as a man’s sorrow for his own death.
I do not understand how a man can be a true believer, in whom sin is not the greatest burden, sorrow and trouble.
Sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. It’s what you say when you spill a cup of coffee or throw a gutter ball when you’re bowling with the girls in the league. True sorrow is as rare as true love.
It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.
sorrow is easier than guilt.
But there have been human hearts, constituted just like ours, for six thousand years. The same stars rise and set upon this globe that rose upon the plains of Shinar or along the Egyptian Nile and the same sorrows rise and set in every age.
Tomorrow–there’s no day so fair, It knows no sorrow; A day that banishes despair, Joy rules tomorrow.
Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business,
Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care
Take hold on me; for my particular grief
Is of so floodgate and o’erbearing nature
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows,
And it is still itself.
Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care
Take hold on me; for my particular grief
Is of so floodgate and o’erbearing nature
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows,
And it is still itself.
Short time seems long in sorrow’s sharp sustaining.
Misery and sorrow, I don’t want to have anything to do with them. I always want to be happy and cheerful.
But I must own that I also felt stirred by an unselfish desire to voice all the joys and sorrows, the hopes and ambitions, of the American Negro, in classic musical form.
Endurance is the free companion of Sorrow, and Patience her master.
Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.
I learned to distinguish between the two kinds of people in the world: those who have known inescapable sorrow and those who have not.
The outlet for my sorrow, that I do feel deeply, and the pain, is the songs. That’s where it goes.
I think that one of the reasons why people look towards the end of humanity is that people are afraid to die alone. If you die alone, the people you love will miss you, or if they die, you
miss them – the sorrow is inevitable. When you truly love someone, the thought of losing them forever is horrible.
miss them – the sorrow is inevitable. When you truly love someone, the thought of losing them forever is horrible.
The way to live in the present is to remember that “This too shall pass.” When you experience joy, remembering that “This too shall pass” helps you savor the here and now. When you experience pain and sorrow, remembering that “This too shall pass” reminds you that grief, like joy, is only temporary.
I have heard people say that they drink to forget their sorrows but the more I drink the more sorrows I collect
God abandons only those who abandon themselves, and whoever has the courage to shut up his sorrow within his own heart is stronger to fight against it than he who complains.
There is no such thing as was – only is. If was existed, there would be no grief or sorrow.
The sacrifice which causes sorrow to the doer of the sacrifice is no sacrifice. Real sacrifice lightens the mind of the doer and gives him a sense of peace and joy. The Buddha gave up the pleasures of life because they had become painful to him.
Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows.
Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it. Then there is a kind of contempt of the landscape felt by him who has just lost by death a dear friend. The sky is less grand as it shuts down over less worth in the population.
Whether joy or sorrow, pain or pleasure; whatsoever may befall thee, accept it serenely with an unvanquished heart.
Don’t waste your sorrows
Laughing faces do not mean that there is absence of sorrow!
But it means that they have the ability to deal with it
But it means that they have the ability to deal with it
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.
Only the soul that knows the mighty grief can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch’s high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!
Life brings sorrows and joys alike. It is what a man does with them – not what they do to him – that is the true test of his mettle.
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.
Man is subject to innumerable pains and sorrows by the very condition of humanity, and yet, as if nature had not sown evils enough in life, we are continually adding grief to grief and aggravating the common calamity by our cruel treatment of one another.
And it was strange, I thought, that sorrow lasts and can make a man look forward to death, but the mood of victory fills a moment and then is over
Without Easter, Good Friday would have no meaning. Without Easter, there would be no hope that suffering and abandonment might be tolerable. But with Easter, a way out becomes visible for human sorrows, an absolute future: more than a hope, a divine expectation.
We each need to make our lion’s roar – to persevere with unshakable courage when faced with all manner of doubts and sorrows and fears – to declare our right to awaken.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Helmer: I would gladly work night and day for you. Nora- bear sorrow and want for your sake. But no man would sacrafice his honor for the one he loves. Nora: It is a thing hundreds of thousands of women have done.
Ungrateful are those on this earthly road, Who do complain that life is made of tears, That happiness on earth one cannot find, That we are made of sorrows and of fears.
Some people simply bury their heads in the sand and refuse to think about the sorrow of the world, but this is an unwise course, because, if we are entirely unprepared, the tragedy of life can be devastating.
A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe,
And made her man his paradise forego,
Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been
As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
And made her man his paradise forego,
Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been
As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
All who in this world render true service to God or man receive a preparatory training in the school of sorrow. The weightier the trust and the higher the service, the closer is the test and the more severe the discipline.
Death is not the worst sorrow.
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
I know that nothing comes to pass but what God appoints; our fate is decreed, and things do not happen by chance, but every man’s portion of joy and sorrow is predetermined.
Joy is prayer. Joy is strength. Joy is love. Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls. God loves a cheerful giver. She gives most who gives with joy.
What relief! What comfort! What joy! Those laden with transgressions and sorrows and sin may be forgiven and cleansed and purified if they will return to their Lord, learn of him, and keep his commandments
Life goes on after sorrow, in spite of sorrow, as a defense against sorrow.
When fresh sorrows have caused us to take some steps in the right way, we may not complain. We have invested in a life annuity, but the income remains.
How do you recover from an extraordinary loss? Take stock of the loved ones around you. Hug them, love them, and cherish them. When you appreciate the joys in your life, it makes sorrow that much easier to swallow. Every day is a new day. Hope floats, so let it rise. God is love.
We need to remind each other that the cup of sorrow is also the cup of joy, that precisely what causes us sadness can become the fertile ground for gladness.
My grandfather died when I was 12, but I remember the sorrow of my mother. Even now, she’s an old lady, but when she speaks about her father, she looks young. A love like that is undefeated, you know?
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
She glances back before stepping into the alley, and she catches her grandfather looking at her the way he does sometimes–as if she’s already gone, as if he’s practicing sorrow.
In joy and sorrow all are equal,
Thus be guardian of all, as of yourself.
Thus be guardian of all, as of yourself.
The peace of Manderley. The quietude and the grace. Whoever lived within its walls, whatever trouble there was and strife, however much uneasiness and pain, no matter what tears were shed, what sorrows borne, the peace of Manderley could not be broken or the loveliness destroyed.
For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.
If there is an evil in this world, it is sorrow and heaviness of heart. The loss of goods, of health, of coronets and mitres, is only evil as they occasion sorrow; take that out, the rest is fancy, and dwelleth only in the head of man.
Man’s feeble race what ills await!
Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain,
Disease, and Sorrow’s weeping train,
And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain,
Disease, and Sorrow’s weeping train,
And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
Humor and paradox are often the only ways to respond to life’s sorrow with grace.
But the division in him was a sorrow and a torment, and he became accustomed to it only as one gets used to an unhealed and frequently reopened wound.
It’s funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
So long as there is death there will be sorrow, and so long as there is sorrow it can be no part of the duty of human beings to increase its amount, in spite of the fact that a few rare spirits know how to transmute it.
There is something about Safari life that makes you forget all your sorrows
Men think women should do trivial things on the margins. They think women should be merely a seasoning for a dish. I feel anger and sorrow seeing this.
As you go into light for longer and longer periods, as you progress in your meditation practice, you transform, you become illumined, you overcome all limitation, all sorrow, and all pain. You learn not to be bound by desire, and eventually you transcend death itself.
Has it never occurred to us, when surrounded by sorrows, that they may be sent to us only for our instruction, as we darken the eyes of birds when we wish them to sing?
When I write I can shake off all my cares. My sorrow disappears, my spirits are revived.
Men yearn for poetry though they may not confess it; they desire that joy shall be graceful and sorrow august and infinity have a form.
To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows,We drained a hundred jugs of wine.A splendid night it was . . . .In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed,But at last drunkenness overtook us;And we laid ourselves down on the empty mountain,The earth for pillow, and the great heaven for coverlet
An older sister is a friend and defender – a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.
Deep down in everyone was sorrow and certainty.
Fortune is never satisfied with bringing one sorrow.
We can bear the heavy load without asking to have it lightened. We can keep the sorrow now and endure it. We can go on in quiet peace without the new blessing which we thought so necessary. We have not been saved from the battle we shrank so from entering, but we have sought and have gained the victory.
Grief – Happiness is to feel that one’s soul is good; there is no other, in truth, and this kind of happiness may exist even in sorrow, so that there are griefs perfable to every joy, and such as would be preferred by all those who have felt them.
There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself than Beauty: namely Grief.
We were resigned to suffering, thinking that we loved outside ourselves, and we perceive that our love is a function of our sorrow, that our love perhaps is our sorrow.
Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.
Learn weeping, and thou shalt laugh gaining.
Sorrow does not take away, but adds to the Christian’s joy.
The thoughts of letting go of everything I love overwhelms like a tsunami of sorrow.
It is the burning lava of the soul that has a furnace within–a very volcano of grief and sorrow-it is that burning lava of prayer that finds its way to God. No prayer ever reaches God’s heart which does not come from our hearts.
He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy.
Bear sorrows for the sake of the Heavenly Kingdom. Without sorrows there is no salvation. On the other hand, the Kingdom of God awaits those who have patiently endured. And all the glory of the world is nothing in comparison. My joy! I implore you to acquire a peaceful spirit.
Remember that finding God will mean the funeral of all sorrows.
In God, there is no sorrow or suffering or affliction. If you want to be free of all affliction and suffering, hold fast to God, and turn wholly to Him, and to no one else. Indeed, all your suffering comes from this: that you do not turn toward God and no one else.
So that godly sorrow may be discerned by this train of graces wherewith it is accompanied, that worldly sorrow wants, at least in the truth of them, though it may have some shadows of them.
Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
To be always fortunate, and to pass through life with a soul that has never known sorrow, is to be ignorant of one half of nature.
Emotion, whether of ridicule, anger, or sorrow,–whether raised at a puppet show, a funeral, or a battle,–is your grandest of levellers. The man who would be always superior should be always apathetic.
Grief is not in the nature of things, but in opinion.
The Baptist found him far too deep; The Deist sighed with saving sorrow; And the lean Levite went to sleep, And dreamed of tasting pork to-morrow.
…in silence learned the sweet solace which affection administers to sorrow.
The moment we’re born they try to make us cry, and sometimes it seems as though they never stop. Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us. Never borrow sorrow from tomorrow! No matter what a man’s past may have been, his future is spotless.
Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!
When one is overcome by this wretched, clinging desire in the world, one’s sorrows increase like grass growing up after a lot of rain.
It was a fine cry – loud and long – but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.
O what a blessed day that will be when I shall . . . stand on the shore and look back on the raging seas I have safely passed; when I shall review my pains and sorrows, my fears and tears, and possess the glory which was the end of all!
To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.
Acedia is sorrow so complete that the flesh pervails completely over the spirit. You don’t just turn your back on the world, you turn your back on God. You don’t care, and you don’t care that you don’t care.
Literature is both my joy and my comfort: it can add to every happiness and there is no sorrow it cannot console.
And her joy was nearly like sorrow.
Our comforts come from God; our sorrows, from ourselves.
The happy ending of the Resurrection is so enormous that it swallows up even the sorrow of the Cross.
for my grief’s so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)
Trust life, and it will teach you, in joy and sorrow, all you need to know.
There is no sin or transgression, pain or sorrow, which is outside of the healing power of His Atonement.
Great sorrows cannot speak.
Whoever has known the love of God loves the whole world and never murmurs against his fate, for the burden of sorrow for the sake of God gains eternal joy.
There is the kiss of welcome and of parting, the long, lingering, loving, present one; the stolen, or the mutual one; the kiss of love, of joy, and of sorrow; the seal of promise and receipt of fulfillment.
I was given the freedom to discover my own inclination and talents, to fashion my inmost pleasures and sorrows myself and to regard the future not as an alien higher power but as the hope
and product of my own strength.
and product of my own strength.
Growing old is not a gradual decline, but a series of drops, full of sorrow, from one ledge to another below it.
Nothing endears so much a friend as sorrow for his death. The pleasure of his company has not so powerful an influence.
They gave themselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increase of wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it, and resolved against ever admitting consolation in future.
Understanding of our fellow human beings…becomes fruitful only when it is sustained by sympathetic feelings in joy and sorrow.
Into every life there come the painful, despairing days of adversity and buffeting. There seems to be a full measure of anguish, sorrow, and often heartbreak for everyone, including those who earnestly seek to do right and be faithful. … In this way the soul can become like soft clay in the hands of the Master.
I always think of my father when I sing arias about loss and love and longing. It gave me that definite deep sorrow that one can only get from life experience, you know?
Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy.
[Fr., Oh c’etait le bon temps, j’etais bien malheureuse.]
[Fr., Oh c’etait le bon temps, j’etais bien malheureuse.]
Sorrow, the heart must bear,
Sits in the home of each, conspicuous there.
Many a circumstance, at least,
Touches the very breast.
For those
Whom any sent away,–he knows:
And in the live man’s stead,
Armor and ashes reach
The house of each.
Sits in the home of each, conspicuous there.
Many a circumstance, at least,
Touches the very breast.
For those
Whom any sent away,–he knows:
And in the live man’s stead,
Armor and ashes reach
The house of each.
Labour without joy is base. Labour without sorrow is base. Sorrow without labour is base. Joy without labour is base.
Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.
In middle age we are apt to reach the horrifying conclusion that all sorrow, all pain, all passionate regret and loss and bitter disillusionment are self-made
Achieve some perfection [excellence] yourself, so that you may not fall into sorrow by seeing the perfection in others.
To have faith in Christ means more than simply despising the delights of this life. It means we should bear all our daily trials that may bring us sorrow, distress, or unhappiness, and bear them patiently for as long as God wishes.
I’ll never let you see, the way my broken heart is hurting me, I’ve got my pride and know how to hide all my sorrow and pain, I’ll do my crying in the rain.
It was a long and gloomy night that gathered on me, haunted by the ghosts of many hopes, of many dear remembrances, many errors, many unavailing sorrows and regrets.
Abba Dorotheos said: No matter what kind of sorrow comes to you, don’t blame anyone but yourself, and say, “This has happened because of my sins.”
Work is an antidote for anxiety, an ointment for sorrow, and a doorway to possibility.
There are no words to express my sorrow and regret for the pain I have caused others by words and actions. To the people I have hurt, I am truly sorry.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
This conversion into prayer of our everyday joys, sorrows, hopes and desires is at first a conscious labor, but after a while it becomes second nature, so that converse with God becomes inextricably and wonderfully woven into the fabric of our lives.
I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.
Joy is at its keenest when contrasted with sorrow, courage at its height when it follows fear, faith at its noblest when it grows from doubt.
Whatever we have done, we can always make amends for it without ever looking back in guilt or sorrow.
Joy cannot unfold the deepest truths. Cometh white-robed Sorrow, stooping and wan, and flingeth wide the door she must not enter.
I do know the sorrow of being ordinary, and that much of our life is spent doing the crazy mental arithmetic of how, at any given moment, we might improve, or at least disguise or present our defects and screw-ups in either more charming or more intimidating ways.
My father’s passing comes with sorrow and grief for me, for my mother, for my brothers, and for my sisters. He was a great fire who burned bright, and we lived in his light and warmth for so very long.
Here is a commandment for you: seek happiness in sorrow. Work, work tirelessly.
Moderate sorrow Fits vulgar love, and for a vulgar man: But I have lov’d with such transcendent passion, I soar’d, at first, quite out of reason’s view, And now am lost above it.
It is nothing but a kind of a microcosmos of communism – all that psychiatry’, rumbled Pnin … ‘Why not leave their private sorrow to people? Is sorrow not, one asks, the only thing in the world people really possess?
Sorrow and scarlet leaf, Sad thoughts and sunny weather. Ah me, this glory and this grief Agree not well together!
Joyously participate in the sorrows of others.
Sorrow you can hold, however desolating, if nobody speaks to you. If they speak, you break down.
If the weak hand, that has recorded this tale, has, by its scenes, beguiled the mourner of one hour of sorrow, or, by its moral, taught him to sustain it – the effort, however humble, has not been vain, nor is the writer unrewarded.
Songs are so all-encompassing; they’re the joys and sorrows and pacing of life.
All men know their children Mean more than life. If childless people sneer- Well, they’ve less sorrow. But what lonesome luck!
Forgive me, Spirit of my spirit, for this, that I have found it easier to read the mystery told in tears and understood Thee better in sorrow than in joy.
Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well.
The slaying of multitudes should be mourned with sorrow. A victory should be celebrated with the funeral rite.
Find expression for a sorrow, and it will become dear to you. Find expression for a joy, and you will intensify its ecstasy.
Sorrow is tranquility remembered in emotion.
Happiness and sorrow are twins, let them come and go like clouds.
If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.
Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by
If you smile through your pain and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow,
You’ll see the sun come shining through for you.
Smile, even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by
If you smile through your pain and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow,
You’ll see the sun come shining through for you.
If I was to be their real teacher and guardian, I must touch their hearts, I must share their joys and sorrows, I must help them to solve the problems that faced them, and I must take along the right channel the surging aspirations of their youth.
Life, lift the full goblet–away with all sorrow– The circle of friendship what freedom would sever? To-day is our own, and a fig for to-morrow– Here’s to the Fourth and our country forever.
Just as the lame man at the pool of Bethesda needed someone stronger than himself to be healed (see John5:1-9), so we are dependent on the miracles of Christ’s atonement if our souls are to be made whole from grief, sorrow, and sin
The labor of self-love is a heavy one indeed. Think whether much of your sorrow has not arisen from someone speaking slightingly of you. As long as you set yourself up as a little god to which you must be loyal, how can you hope to find inward peace?
A person is full of sorrow the way a burlap sack is full of stones or sand.
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.
Death is the funeral of all our sorrows.
Art is as heavy as sorrow, as light as a breeze, as bright as an idea, as pretty as a picture, as funny as money, and as fugitive as fraud!
A good Dianetic auditor can take a broken-down, sorrow-drenched lady of thirty-eight and knock out her past periods of physical and mental pain and have on his hands somebody who appears to be twenty-five-and a bright, cheerful twenty-five at that.
I have had to really grapple with the fact that, while I wish things could be different at times, I ultimately needed to experience the transformation that comes with pain and loss and sorrow.
Sorrow makes men sincere.
Youth, ah, Youth! all men’s desire and sorrow.
Tears that are shed in time of affliction are rarely tears of penitence, but more likely they are shed out of self pity and pain or sorrow.
There is sorrow, but I hope one can see that it is sorrow for the people who died so young and so crazy, for nothing. I have respect for them, but also for their wishes, or for the power of their wishes. Because they tried to change the stupid things in the world.
The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.
I’ve found out why people laugh. They laugh because it hurts- because it’s the only thing that’ll make it stop hurting… I had been told that a ‘funny’ thing is a thing of goodness. It isn’t… The goodness is in the laughing. I grok it is a bravery- and a sharing- against pain and sorrow and defeat.
In the midst of sorrow, faith draws the sting out of every trouble, and takes out the bitterness from every affliction.
Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson.
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.
As we retain but a faint remembrance of our felicity, it is but fair that the smartest stroke of sorrow should, if bitter, at least be brief.
A tranquil conscience invites freedom from anguish, sorrow, guilt, shame, and self-condemnation. It provides a foundation for happiness. It is a condition of immense worth.
What I loved with Billie Holiday is she had a good way of parlaying the sorrow with a positive musical twist.
Sorrow itself is not so hard to bear As the thought of sorrow coming. Airy ghosts, That work no harm, do terrify us more Than men in steel with bloody purposes. Death is not dreadful; ’tis the dread of death— We die whene’er we think of it!
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
We have to surrender ourselves completely to the Lord with faith and devotion in Him, serve others to the best of our capacity, and never be a source of sorrow to anybody.
Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.
To become a man was something, but to become a man of sorrows was far more; to bleed, and die, and suffer.
On the moral plane, true friends enjoy the same protection as the sense of smell confers upon dogs. They scent the sorrow of their friends, they divine its causes, and they clasp it to their minds and hearts.
Pleasures, riches, honor and joy are sure to have care, disgrace, adversity and affliction in their train. There is no pleasure without pain, no joy without sorrow. O the folly of expecting lasting felicity in a vale of tears, or a paradise in a ruined world.
If you wish to live a life free from sorrow, think of what is going to happen as if it had already happened.
I’m not prepared for Rue’s family. Her parents, whose faces are still fresh with sorrow. Her fiver younger siblings, who resemble her so closely. The slight builds, the luminous brown eyes. They form a flock of small dark birds.
What makes American Elf so good is that it’s incredibly personal and it runs the full spectrum from super-sickening sweetness to gut-wrenching terror and sorrow. It’s a funny and powerful window into a real person’s mind.
The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is that life actually goes on. When you’re faced with a tragedy, a loss so huge that you have no idea how you can live through it, somehow, the world keeps turning, the seconds keep ticking.
What a pleasure to have children in Heaven and to watch them grow and develop without the Devil and all his imps around and without sin and the Curse and all the pain, sorrow and crying! It will be pure pleasure to have children in Heaven!
There is no fire like passion
No crime like hatred,
No sorrow like separation,
No sickness like hunger,
And no joy like the joy of freedom.
No crime like hatred,
No sorrow like separation,
No sickness like hunger,
And no joy like the joy of freedom.
To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young, it is despair.
I do not remember joy or sorrow in childhood, but listening for clues.
Taking on a pet is a contract with sorrow.
Is not sorrow, all sorrow, selfish?
It is observed of gold, by an old epigrammatist, that to have it is to be in fear, and to want it is to be in sorrow.
Love yourself and be awake- Today, tomorrow, always. First establish yourself in the way, Then teach others, And so defeat sorrow. To straighten the crooked You must first do a harder thing- Straighten yourself. You are your only master. Who else? Subdue yourself, And discover your master.
There is a wealth of unexpressed love in the world. It is one of the chief causes of sorrow evoked by death: what might have been said or might have been done that never can be said or done.
Childhood is only the beautiful and happy time in contemplation and retrospect: to the child it is full of deep sorrows, the meaning of which is unknown.
Your tale is of the longest,” observed Monks, moving restlessly in his chair. It is a true tale of grief and trial, and sorrow, young man,” returned Mr. Brownlow, “and such tales usually are; if it were one of unmixed joy and happiness, it would be very brief.
It didn’t and doesn’t turn out well. There is no happy ending to the story of sorrow if you are born with a predilection for despair. The world is, after all, a coarse and brutal and cruel place. It’s only a matter of how long you can live with it.
Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.
The sorrow, grief, and rage you feel is a measure of your humanity and your evolutionary maturity. As your heart breaks open there will be room for the world to heal.
Songs should have an infectious melody and rhythm and, I think, should elicit an emotion of happiness or of celebration or of sadness or of sorrow or of love or laughter, whatever.
Nobody can see the trouble I see, nobody knows my sorrow.
That conversion which is all joy and lacks sorrow for sin, is very questionable.
Children play earnestly as if it were work. But people grow up, and they work with a sorrow upon them. It’s duty.
I have only one friend, and that is echo. Why is it my friend? Because I love my sorrow, and echo does not take it away from me. I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night. Why is it my confidant? Because it remains silent.
I want to sit in my own sorrow, cry it out, talk to God, and say, ‘Give me strength, wisdom.’
When someone who is suffering looks to you for compassion, it’s indeed a blessing; you are chosen to be their Light in a moment of sorrow.
The sorrow of the IRA Brighton bombing is that Thatcher escaped unscathed.
Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.
To let sorrow go his own way
one gives happiness a chance
one gives happiness a chance
The truth is life is full of joy and full of great sorrow, but you can’t have one without the other.
If you share in a heart-felt sorrow, you can lighten the load of a friend. Sometimes facing the burden together can mend two broken hearts in the end.
To long for everything: sorrow; to accept everything: joy.
If each man or woman could understand that every other human life is as full of sorrows, or joys, or base temptations, of heartaches and of remorse as his own . . . how much kinder, how much gentler he would be.
Memory nourishes the heart, and grief abates.
Joy surfeited turns to sorrow.
Ritual affirms the common patterns, the values, the shared joys, risks, sorrows, and changes that bind a community together. Ritual links together our ancestors and descendants, those who went before with those will come after us.
Women are foils to men in South Korea. It is hard for women to take a lead role even in NGOs for political resistance. Men think women should do trivial things on the margins. They think women should be merely a seasoning for a dish. I feel anger and sorrow seeing this.
I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities;
but I have that honorable grief lodged here which burns worse than tears drown.
but I have that honorable grief lodged here which burns worse than tears drown.
Joy and sorrow are like milk and cookies. That’s how well they go together.
Even if you’ve sworn to yourself never to read vampire fiction again, do yourself the favor of reading Motherless Child. Glen Hirshberg has crafted a compelling, heartbreaking thriller full of character, grit, and sorrow. Bravo
The saloon is a liar. It promises good cheer and sends sorrow.
…joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
Our trials, our sorrows, and our grieves develop us.
You transform all who are touched by you.
Mundane concerns, troubles, and sorrows
dissolve in your presence, bringing JOY.
Mundane concerns, troubles, and sorrows
dissolve in your presence, bringing JOY.
When one is consumed by the sorrows of life, three things give him relief: offspring, a wife, and the company of the Lord’s devotees.
How fast we learn in the day of sorrow! Scripture shines out in a new effulgence; every verse seems to contain a sunbeam, every promise stands out in illuminated splendor; things hard to be understood become in a moment plain.
I know and share the many sorrows a human being can experience, but I do not cling to them; they pass through me, like life itself, as a broad eternal stream…and life continues.
In my own work, humor is necessary, for the reasons stated above, but also because forbidding your characters silliness, absurdity, irony, and vulgarity forbids them aspects of the human experience every bit as universal as 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.
To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat
comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth
all the years of sorrow that are to come.
comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth
all the years of sorrow that are to come.
When I am completely united to You, there will be no more sorrow or trials; entirely full of You, my life will be complete.
Avoid that which an enemy tells you to do; for if you follow his advice, you will smite your, knees with the hand of sorrow. If he shows you a road straight as an arrow, turn from it and go the other way.
Aimee Parkison offers a distinct new voice to contemporary fiction. Her seductive stories explore childhood as a realm of sorrows, and reveal the afflictions of adults who emerge from this private geography.
Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life, and is remedied by exercise and motion.
My ambition was to embrace those general qualities that Ernest Hemingway, a former newspaperman, once said should be present in all good books: ‘the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was.’
The ethical decision is always the fearsome decision. When something matters enough that we are afraid of the consequences – afraid that even the honorable choice could result in harm or loss or sorrow – that’s when ethics are involved.
I heed not that my earthly lot Hath – little of Earth in it – That years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute: – I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, But that you sorrow for my fate Who am a passer by.
Stephen had just come from a class discussion in which several students believed that the right cup of herbal tea would save them from pain and sorrow. Well acquainted with pain and sorrow, Stephen did not contribute to the discussion. He merely crossed these idiots off his list of possible friends.
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.
O Liberty, white Goddess! is it well to leave the gates unguarded? On thy breast fold Sorrow’s children, soothe the hurts of Fate, lift the down-trodden, but with hand of steel stay those who to thy sacred portals come to waste the gifts of Freedom.
All of these mechanisms we have for celebrating are so double-edged. So much sorrow comes out of joy.
The worst sorrows in life are not in its losses and misfortunes, but its fears.
The mother is everything – she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly
There is an alchemy in sorrow. It can be transmuted into wisdom, which, if it does not bring joy, can yet bring happiness.
With the exception of undertakers, athletes are the only professionals obliged to feign sorrow on a daily basis, pretending that every June baseball loss is a tragedy requiring library silence in the clubhouse.
Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?… I don’t know the answer, I know only that I can’t.
I can’t sleep without knowing there’s hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips… the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
Alas, I have studied philosophy, the law as well as medicine, and to my sorrow, theology; studied them well with ardent zeal, yet here I am, a wretched fool, no wiser than I was before.
In sorrow and suffering, go straight to God with confidence, and you will be strengthened, enlightened and instructed.
Words will not be able to ever express how sorry I am for this, and I have profound regret and sorrow for the multitude of mistakes and harm I have caused.
Isn’t it time that these most ancient sorrows of ours grew fruitful? Time that we tenderly loosed ourselves from the loved one, and, unsteadily, survived: the way the arrow, suddenly all vector, survives the string to be more than itself. For abiding is nowhere.
She would never leave her mark on Mammy’s heart the way her brothers had, because Mammy’s heart was like a pallid beach where Laila’s footprints would forever wash away beneath the waves of sorrow that swelled and crashed, swelled and crashed.
Families will not be broken. Curse and expel them, send their children wandering, drown them in floods and fires, and old women will make songs of all these sorrows and sit on the porch and sing them on mild evenings.
God cannot endure that unfestive, mirthless attitude of ours in which we eat our bread in sorrow, with pretentious, busy haste, or even with shame. Through our daily meals He is calling us to rejoice, to keep holiday in the midst of our working day.
He that seeks here any other thing but simply God and the salvation of his soul, will find nothing but trouble and sorrow.
Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is it not in mercy then that sorrow is allotted unto us?
Though cares and sorrows e’er must come, Though heart be rent, I know that God will give me strength, When mine is spent.
I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.
But when one masters this wretched desire, which is so hard to overcome, then one’s sorrows just drop off, like a drop of water off a lotus.
There is no sorrow like the memory of love and the knowledge that it is gone forever.
Happiness follows sorrow, sorrow follows happiness, but when one no longer discriminates happiness and sorrow, a good deal and a bad deed, one is able to realize freedom.
Sorrow has a name, and its name is loneliness. Sorrow has a shape, and its shape is absence. Sorrow is a sickness like any other.
It is not in the bright, happy day, but only in the solemn night, that other worlds are to be seen shining in their long, long distances. And it is in sorrow – the night of the soul – that we see farthest, and know ourselves natives of infinity, and sons and daughters of the Most High.
It is very difficult to pass from pleasure to work. Accordingly more poems have been swallowed up by sorrow than ever happiness caused to blaze forth in unparalleled radiance.
Christ is sufficient. We do not need “support groups” for each and every separate tribulation. The most widely divergent sorrows may all be taken to the foot of the same old rugged cross and find there cleansing, peace, and joy.
For sorrow there is no remedy provided by nature; it is often occasioned by accidents irreparable, and dwells upon objects that have lost or changed their existence; it requires what it cannot hope, that the laws of the universe should be repealed; that the dead should return, or the past should be recalled.
The sorrow of not being movie stars overwhelms millions.
Seas wept from our deep sorrows.
Youth, even in its sorrows, always has a brilliancy of its own.
He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
Please is frail like a dewdrop, while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is strong and abiding. Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes.
Your first task is to see the sorrow in you and around you; your next, to long intensely for liberation. The very intensity of longing will guide you; you need no other guide.
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow / No tomorrow, no tomorrow.
The sorrow grows bigger when the sorrow’s denied.
Old grandsires talk of yesterday with sorrow, And for our children we reserve tomorrow.
Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high.
Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low.
The universe’s inward voices cry
“Amen” to either song of joy and woe.
Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!
Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low.
The universe’s inward voices cry
“Amen” to either song of joy and woe.
Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!
Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.
It would seem that by our sorrows only are we called to a knowledge of the Infinite. Are we happy? The limits of life constrain us on all sides.
From love one can only escape at the price of life itself; and no lessening of sorrow is worth exile from that stream of all things human and divine.
What man is there that does not laboriously, though all unconsciously, himself fashion the sorrow that is to be the pivot of his life.
There is a strange charm in the thoughts of a good legacy, or the hopes of an estate, which wondrously removes or at least alleviates the sorrow that men would otherwise feel for the death of friends.
In comparing your sorrows with mine, you may discover that yours are in truth nought.. and so shall you come to bear them the more easily grateful that they are not worse.
We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.
Sorrow, anger and resentment look back, worry looks around, while faith, hope, and optimism look to the future.
The masters only point the way. But if you meditate And follow the dharma You will free yourself from desire. ‘Everything arises and passes away.’ When you see this, you are above sorrow. This is the shining way.
For the happy man prayer is only a jumble of words, until the day when sorrow comes to explain to him the sublime language by means of which he speaks to God.
It is the youth who must inherit the tribulation, the sorrow… that are the aftermath of war.
The busy have no time for tears.
Life grows darker as we go on, till only one pure light is left shining on it; and that is faith. Old age, like solitude and sorrow, has its revelations.
Hardships make us strong. Problems give birth to wisdom. Sorrows cultivate compassion. Those who have suffered the most will become the happiest.
The ending of sorrow is the beginning of wisdom. Knowledge is always within the shadow of ignorance. Meditation is freedom from thought and a movement in the ecstasy of truth. Meditation is explosion of intelligence.
Physical suffering apart, not a single sorrow exists that can touch us except through our thoughts.
Later, going home, I realized they didn’t look alike at all; what made them seem to was the aftermath of stress and the lingering of sorrow. It’s strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.
Small sorrows speak great ones are silent.
Contemplation does not ignore the ‘historical Gethsemane’, does not ignore the mystery of evil, guilt and its bloody atonement. The happiness of contemplation is a true happiness, indeed the supreme happiness; but it is founded upon sorrow.
I think that one of the reasons why people look towards the end of humanity is that people are afraid to die alone. If you die alone, the people you love will miss you, or if they die, you miss them – the sorrow is inevitable. When you truly love someone, the thought of losing them forever is horrible.
To revive sorrow is cruel.
Friendship is made up of esteem and pleasure; pity is composed of sorrow and contempt: the mind may for some time fluctuate between them, but it can never entertain both at once.
…Faith forged in the furnace of trials and tears is marked by trust and testimony. Only God can count the sacrifice; only God can measure the sorrow; only God can know the hearts of those who serve Him.
If you ever know a man who tries to drown his sorrows, kindly inform him his sorrows know how to swim.
It was a life, she eventually concluded, that had been lived in the middle ground, where contentment and love were found in the smallest details of people’s lives. It was a life of dignity and honor, not without sorrows yet fulfilling in a way that few experiences ever were.
He that is thy friend indeed, – He will help thee in thy need: – If thou sorrow, he will weep; – If you wake, he cannot sleep; – Thus of every grief in heart – He with thee doth bear a part.
Structural linguistics is a bitterly divided and unhappy profession, and a large number of its practitioners spend many nights drowning their sorrows in Ouisghian Zodahs.
You must reach inside yourselves where I live like a story, not old, not young laughing at my own sorrow, weeping pearls at weddings, wielding a torch to melt sand into something clear and bright.
You will see that the things you desire most are the very things that bring you the greatest sorrow.
In much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?
Animals too experience sorrow, love, anger and other emotions.
What an unbearable sorrow it would be, to realized I’d never really tasted to things I’d eaten, or seen the places I’d been. What life would I have? I would be like the dancer who had practiced since childhood for a performance she would never give.
Truly great men must, I think, experience great sorrow on the earth.
This last month I have felt the burden of a city. Its great sorrow has pressed in on my soul. Its vice and sin have bowed me upon my knees in tears.
It’s the sorrow you feel that allows you to crave love. Without the suffering, there would be no true pleasure. Without tears, no joy. Without deficiency, no longing. This is the secret of the human heart, Rom.
Let us drink for the replenishment of our strength, not for our sorrow
. And it is youth who must inherit the tribulation, the sorrow and the triumphs that are the aftermath of war.
The man who has learned to triumph over sorrow wears his miseries as though they were sacred fillets upon his brow; and nothing is so entirely admirable as a man bravely wretched.
Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming morning. If we don’t, it may drench itself out in sorrow.
Rise above the limited conditions of pleasure and pain, success and failure, happiness and sorrow, that all the countless unenlightened beings in creation are slaves to.
My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
The bringers of joy have always been the children of sorrow.
Words, sentences, ideas, no matter how subtle or ingenious, the maddest flights of poetry, the most profound dreams, the most hallucinating visions, are but crude hieroglyphs chiseled in pain and sorrow to commemorate an event which is untransmissible.
Nature is a catchment of sorrows.
Behind Joy and Laughter there may be a temperament, coarse, hard and callous. But behind Sorrow there is always Sorrow. Pain, unlike Pleasure, wears no mask.
Let her tell stories and dance in the rain, somersault, tumble and run, her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep, let her grow like a weed in the sun.
In my more lucid moments I know that God is right here, right now; that God is the luminous mystery at the heart of creation and that God is here in the joys and sorrows of the world. And I try to see God in everything and treat all life with reverence.
What is the noble truth of suffering? Birth is suffering, ageing is suffering and sorrow and lamentation, pain, grief and despair are suffering.
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, –
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away.
Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, –
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away.
While other worldviews lead us to sit in the midst of life’s joys, foreseeing the coming sorrows, Christianity empowers its people to sit in the midst of this world’s sorrows, tasting the coming joy.
One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.
By the way, two wars are in an endless state of sorrow. Egypt about burned to the ground and all you people care about is my bullshit… Pathetic. Shame, shame shame
Part of our good consists in the endeavor to do sorrows away, and in the power to sustain them when the endeavor fails,–to bear them nobly, and thus help others to bear them as well.
There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I could paint such a picture, the canvas would show only a woman looking down at her empty arms.
In the first place, [his eyes] never laughed when he laughed. Have you ever noticed this peculiarity some people have? It is either the sign of an evil nature or of a profound and lasting sorrow.
Some sorrows are but footprints in the snow, which the genial sun effaces, or, if it does not wholly efface, changes into dimples.
Death is a greatly overrated experience. I hated Mother’s and I’m not looking forward to my own. Apart from the sorrow there are the bills to be paid. Nobody dies for free.
One loses the capacity to grieve as a child grieves, or to rage as a child rages: hotly, despairingly, with tears of passion. One grows up, one becomes civilized, one learns one’s manners, and consequently can no longer manage these two functions – sorrow and anger – adequately.
When you realize no one else on this earth can be like you… that no other soul may know the beauty, sorrow, light and darkness you alone are given to see… then you will, at last, be the fearless individual your Heart of hearts has called you to be.
Any dance of celebration must weave both the sorrows and the blessings into a joyful step….To heal is to let the Holy Spirit call me to dance, to believe again, even amid my pain, that God will orchestrate and guide my life.
Take advantage of this human boat;
Free yourself from sorrow’s mighty stream!
This vessel will be later hard to find.
The time that you have now, you fool, is not for sleep!
Free yourself from sorrow’s mighty stream!
This vessel will be later hard to find.
The time that you have now, you fool, is not for sleep!
Tears are God’s gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey,a terrible journey, but sorrow is at least an arrival. When the storm threatens, a man is afraid for his house. But when the house is destroyed, there is something to do. About a storm he can do nothing, but he can rebuild a house.
The wars come and go in blood and tears; but whether they are bad wars, or what are comically called good wars, they are of one effect in death and sorrow.
I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state, but a process. It needs not a map, but a history, and if I don’t stop writing that history at some quite arbitrary point, there’s no reason why I should ever stop.
You were a stranger to sorrow: therefore Fate has cursed you.
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, no winter in thy year.
So long as you are in this world, be not surprised at the existence of sorrows.
Sorrow is never more sorrowful than when it jests at its own misery.
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.
It so often happens that others are measuring us by our past self while we are looking back on that self with a mixture of disgust and sorrow.
Hang sorrow, care’ll kill a cat.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
One of the hardest things I do as FBI Director is call the chiefs and sheriffs in departments around the nation when officers have been killed in the line of duty. I call to express my sorrow and offer the FBI’s help.
Sorrow only increased with knowledge.
A mind unruffled by the vagaries of fortune, from sorrow freed, from defilements cleansed, from fear liberated – this is the greatest blessing.
There is evil poured upon the earth from the overflowings of corruption– Sickness, and poverty, and pain, and guilt, and madness, and sorrow; But, as the water from a fountain riseth and sinketh to its level, Ceaselessly toileth justice to equalize the lots of men.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he cannot learn, feel change, grow or live.
Wept o’er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder’d his crutch, and shew’d how fields were won.
Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of good wine.
A little artist has all the tragic unhappiness and the sorrows of a great artist and he is not a great artist.
I wish to you sunshine, my dear one, my dear one. And treetops for you to soar past. I wish to you innocence, my child, my child. I pray you don’t grow up too fast. Never know pain, my dear one, my dear one. Nor hunger nor fear nor sorrow. Never know war, my child, my child. Remember your hope for tomorrow.
There is no space wider than that of grief.
How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty’s self.
This world is so full of care and sorrow that it is a gracious debt we owe to one another to discover the bright crystals of delight hidden in somber circumstances and irksome tasks.
There is such a difference between coming out of sorrow thankful for relief, and coming out of sorrow full of sympathy with and trust in Him who has released us.
Since I was a little girl, I have witnessed the strength and courage that energized my mother, who left every sorrow and pain in the past, who would work unyieldingly to obtain her goals, who was the great warrior from whom I learned all the values that are today fundamental pillars of my every day.
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.
Though the heart wear the garment of its sorrow And be not happy like a naked star, Yet from the thought of peace some peace we borrow, Some rapture from the rapture felt afar.
Dear sensibility! Source inexhausted of all that’s precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows! Eternal fountain of our feelings! ’tis here I trace thee and this is thy divinity which stirs within me…All comes from thee, great-great SENSORIUM of the world!
Forget the times of trouble, but not the truths they taught. Forget the days of sorrow, but not the strength they brought. Forget the storms you battled through beneath a heavy load – but not the light that led you safely down the unknown road.
In times of temptation, of sorrow, of peace and of blessing, let us pray always, both alone and with our families.
With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.
Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.
I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands.
Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn’t breaking. It hurts because it’s getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds.
Friends are an indispensable part of a meaningful life. They are the ones who share our burdens and multiply our blessings. A true friend sticks by us in our joys and sorrows. In good times and bad, we need friends who will pray for us, listen to us, and lend a comforting hand and an understanding ear when needed.
The camera may do justice to laughter, but must degrade sorrow.
I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.
Blessed loves! how happy they have made us on the earth; what will they be when they have deepened through ages, with no alloy of envy or suspicion or selfishness or sorrow?
But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich.
Affliction is a mother,
Whose painful throes yield many sons,
Each fairer than the other.
Whose painful throes yield many sons,
Each fairer than the other.
I have known sorrow and learned to aid the wretched.
Silence is no certain token that no secret grief is there;В Sorrow which is never spoken is the heaviest load to bear.
All the sorrow, all the bitterness, all the sadness, I forget them and ignore them in the joy of working.
Can you visualize a world with no more death, no more pain, no more hunger, no more fear, no more sorrow, no more crying nor sickness, a world where everything is a joy and a pleasure? – A society where everybody works together in harmony, cooperation and love? That’s Heaven!
All things are dark to sorrow.
The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side dance to the drums of the rose of joy.
The past is never completely lost, however extensive the devastation. Your sorrows are the bricks and mortar of a magnificent temple. What you are today and what you will be tomorrow are because of what you have been.
There are sorrows that are not painful, but are of the nature of some acids, and give piquancy and flavor to life.
To repent means to realize that the kind of life we are living is wrong and that we must adopt a completely new set of values. To that end, it involves two things. It involves sorrow for what we have been and it involves the resolve that by the grace of God we will be changed.
Three conditions are necessary for Penance: contrition, which is sorrow for sin, together with a purpose of amendment; confession of sins without any omission; and satisfaction by means of good works.
I believe that there are many herbs and many trees that are worth much in Europe for dyes and for medicines; but I do not know, and this causes me great sorrow. Arriving at this cape, I found the smell of the trees and flowers so delicious that it seemed the pleasantest thing in the world.
Your heart will be shattered by sorrow If you force it to live In tomorrow’s ephemeral imagination-world Instead of in today’s eternal Reality-Now.
I hear music that comes out of need, out of grief, sorrow, suffering and out of overcoming these things, as well. That journey to freedom still goes on today. It’s an incremental change, the culmination of many events in your own life and the lives of your children and grandchildren.
There is a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.
The ideal God holds for us is to form families in the way most likely to lead to happiness and away from sorrow.
I sing my sorrow, and I paint my joy.
Imagination seems to be a glory and a misery, a blessing and a curse. Adam, to his sorrow, lacked it. Eve, to her sorrow, possessed it. Had both been blessed – or cursed – with it, there would have been much keener competition for the apple.
I’ve learned that from a war ignited by revenge, nothing can be born, but sorrow. – Aladdin
Our own sorrows seem heavy enough, even when lifted by certain long-term joys. But watching others hurt is the breaker of most any heart.
I think it’s okay to talk about grief and sorrow. Especially for women, when you lose a child or have a miscarriage, it’s good to talk about it, as a lot of people don’t want you to speak about those things. It makes people sad, but sometimes you’ve got to.
Partying is such sweet sorrow.
The burden of this world is too great for one man to bear, and the world’s sorrow too heavy for one heart to suffer.
I slew him-this right hand struck the dagger to his heart. My deeds slew Christ. Alas! I slew my best beloved; I killed him who loved me with an everlasting love. Oh eyes, why do you refuse to weep when you see Jesus’ body mangled and torn? Give vent to your sorrow, Christians, for you have good reason to do so.
Had you restrained your love, you would be free of sorrow. The greater the love, while one possesses it, the greater the sorrow when one is deprived of it.
Some day when I lose you, will you still be able to sleep, without me to whisper over you like a crown of linden branches?
When we touch the center of sorrow, when we sit with discomfort without trying to fix it, when we stay present to the pain of disapproval or betrayal and let it soften us, these are times that we connect with bohdichitta.
Every life has a measure of sorrow, and sometimes this is what awakens us.
The joys of heaven will surely compensate for the sorrows of earth.
Half of our sorrows come from setting exalted standards for people and then breaking our hearts when they fail to live up to them.
People complain about their griefs and sorrows and how they pray to God but find no relief from pain. But grief itself is a gift from God. It is the symbol of His compassion.
Affliction has a sting, out withal a wing: sorrow shall fly away.
We pick our own sorrows out of the joys of other men, and from their sorrows likewise we derive our joys.
For in the sorrow, there is also our happiness.
Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die. And it is youth who must inherit the tribulation, the sorrow and the triumphs that are the aftermath of war.
even though disease and sorrow are all about us, health and happiness are the normal state of man.
We see a hearse; we think sorrow. We see a grave; we think despair. We hear of a death; we think of a loss. Not so in heaven. When heaven sees a breathless body, it sees the vacated cocoon & the liberated butterfly.
The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.
The best thing you can do is just keep busy, keep working hard, so you’re not dwelling on it all the time. Work is the best antidote for sorrow.
Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows.
Sorrow for sin should be the keenest sorrow; joy in the Lord should be the loftiest joy.
Every bond is a bond to sorrow.
But leave me to my beer! Gold is dross, love is loss, so if I gulp my sorrows down, or see them drown in foamy draughts of old nut-brown, then I do wear the crown, without the cross!
He truly sorrows who sorrows unseen.
The all-victorious Christ is like a great rock in a weary land, to whose shelter we may flee in every time of sorrow or trial, finding quiet refuge and peace in him.
I do not doubt but that genuine piety is the spring of peace of mind; it enables us to bear the sorrows of life, and lessens the pangs of death: the same cannot be said of hypocrisy.
My sorrows are overwhelming, but my virtue is left to me.
Tshe suffering of adversity does not degrade you but exalts you. Human tribulation teaches you; it does not destroy you. The more we are afflicted in this world, the greater is our assurance for the next. The more we sorrow in the present, ..the greater will be our joy in the future.
Patience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of affection!
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.
Therefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the heart is made godlike,
Purified, strengthened, perfected, and rendered more worthy of heaven.
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.
Therefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the heart is made godlike,
Purified, strengthened, perfected, and rendered more worthy of heaven.
We may learn from children how large a part of our grievances is imaginary. But the pain is just as real.
Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.
Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.
Celebrity poverty, that’s the hidden scandal in Blair’s Britain. You can’t help but worry for them. A girl I knew developed X-ray eyes for celebrity sorrows. She taught me to read the subtext of the down-market celebrity interview, she knew all the Hollywood codes, and followed the deep backgrounds.
My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs.
Recording happiness made it last longer, we felt, and recording sorrow dramatized it and took away its bitterness; and often we settled some problem which beset us even while we wrote about it.
Sorrow and solitude, these are the precious things/ And the only words that are worth remembering.
Every drop of sweat and every breath we take in life, if not taken for the sake of Allah, will lead to regret and sorrow on the Day of Judgment
You took me to adventure and to love. We two have shared great joy and great sorrow. And now I stand at the gate of the paddock watching you run in an ecstasy of freedom, knowing you will return to stand quietly, loyally, beside me.
Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job’s friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present.
My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He’ll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He’ll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, — And I wish somebody’d shoot him.
Remember, the burden of sorrow is doubled when it is borne alone.
After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.
One can endure sorrow alone, but it takes two to be glad.
Becoming mature means learning to accept what you cannot change, facing unresolved sorrows and learning to love life as it really happens, not as you would have it happen.
We need never be ashamed of our tears.
Oh, why should vows so fondly made, Be broken ere the morrow, To one who loves as never maid Loved in this world of sorrow?
Sorrow for not understanding like I understand now the unpredictable, profound journey that marriage is.
If you don’t enjoy your life, sorrow, sadness, suffering, fear, shame and guilt will.
The time to read is any time: no apparatus, no appointment of time and place, is necessary. It is the only art which can be practiced at any hour of the day or night, whenever the time and inclination comes, that is your time for reading; in joy or sorrow, health or illness.
In the presence of your Satguru, knowledge flourishes; sorrow diminishes; without any reason joy wells up; lack diminishes, abundance dawns and all talents manifest
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
The origin of sorrow is this: to wish for something that does not come to pass.
The dark in soul see in the universe their own shadow; the shattered spirit can only reflect external beauty in form as untrue and broken as itself.
Gentle time will heal our sorrows.
Like a red morn that ever yet betokened,
Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.
Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.
Sorrow ages you prematurely. When you’re in emotional debt, you’re pessimistic about the future and, even in your green years, long to return to the past to remedy the shortfalls of love and opportunity you suffered.
Those are not the tears of repentance!… Self-loathing is not sorrow. Yet it is good, for it marks a step in the way home, and in the father’s arms the prodigal forgets the self he abominates.
The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.
His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.
Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, & they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals & is utterly useless to any one; a blight never does good to a tree, & if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight.
Nobody notices your sorrow, your pain,
but everyone notices your mistakes.
but everyone notices your mistakes.
Patience is sorrow’s salve.
For over half a century the automobile has brought death, injury, and the most inestimable sorrow and deprivation to millions of people.
Jesus feels my sorrow greater than I, for his love is infinite, and he suffers in an infinite way.
There are people who think that wrestling is an ignoble sport. Wrestling is not sport, it is a spectacle, and it is no more ignoble to attend a wrestled performance of suffering than a performance of the sorrows of Arnolphe or Andromaque.
The sublime delight of truthful speech to one who has the great gift of uttering it, will make itself felt even through the pangs of sorrow.
When it seems that our sorrow is too great to be borne, let us think of the great family of the heavy-hearted into which our grief has given us entrance. And inevitably, we will feel about us their arms, their sympathy and their understanding.
Joys and sorrows are time-born and cannot last. Therefore, do not be perturbed by these. The greater the difficulties and obstructions, the more intense will be your endeavor to cling to His feet and the more will your prayer increase from within. And when the time is ripe, you will gain mastery over this power.
In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all, and it comes with bitter agony. Perfect relief is not possible, except with the passing of time.
And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.
I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can’t give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.
Words are both better and worse than thoughts, they express them, and add to them; they give them power for good or evil; they start them on an endless flight, for instruction and comfort and blessing, or for injury and sorrow and ruin.
Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
Be of comfort, and your heavy sorrow
Part equally among us; storms divided,
Abate their force, and with less rage are guided.
Part equally among us; storms divided,
Abate their force, and with less rage are guided.
A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast Sorrow was there The sweet cheat gone.
We meet on the common ground of an uncommon age and share out our gifts of dark and light, good and bad, simple joy and not so simple sorrow.
There are in this world blessed souls, whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others; whose earthly hopes, laid in the grave with many tears, are the seed from which spring healing flowers and balm for the desolate and the distressed.
Remorse is sorrow over being caught and the pain of consequences that follow. Repentance is not being concerned for ourselves but having a contrite heart.
Old age is the supreme evil, for it deprives man of all pleasures while allowing his appetites to remain, and it brings with it every possible sorrow. Yet men fear death and desire old age.
I was ever the realist, sometimes to my sorrow. But seldom to my regret.
Behind every trial and sorrow that He makes us shoulder, God has a reason.
Out of my great sorrows, I make little songs.
It’s not that I want you to go, it’s just that I don’t want you to stay.” – China Sorrows –
Then sing, young hearts that are full of cheer, With never a thought of sorrow; The old goes out, but the glad young year Comes merrily in tomorrow.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
A saved soul has many sorrows. They have their share of bereavements, deaths, disappointments , crosses. What shall enable a believer to bear all this? Nothing but the consolation there is in Christ.
We shall then have joy without sorrow, and rest without weariness…Be of good cheer, Christian, the time is near, when God and thou shalt be near, and as near as thou canst well desire. Thou shalt dwell in his family.
For me, it’s owning the fact that I have a sensitive disposition along with a rampant imagination that makes up stories and convinces me they’re true. I feel things intensely, and that sometimes brings me on wave of profound sorrow.
When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love.
In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you, and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry, I cry, and when you hurt, I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods to tears and despair and make it through the potholed street of life.
She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light and he saw in her face and in her figure something he’d not seen before and the name of that thing was sorrow.
Love’s ship has foundered on the rocks of life. We’re quits: stupid to draw up a list of mutual sorrows, hurts and pains.
Sorrows are our best educator. A man can see further through a tear than a telescope.
Where the glacier meets the sky, the land ceases to be earthly, and the earth becomes one with the heavens; no sorrows live there anymore, and therefore joy is not necessary; beauty alone reigns there, beyond all demands.
sorrow must not be cultivated: it is a poor lifestyle choice.
The worth of my music will never be guessed or its value to mankind felt until the approach to it is consciously undertaken as a pilgrimage to sorrows.
I had friends. The idea of being forever separated from them and from all their troubles is one of the greatest sorrows that I suffer in dying. Let them at least know that to my latest moment I thought of them.
So disasters come not singly; But as if they watched and waited, Scanning one another’s motions, When the first descends, the others Follow, follow, gathering flock-wiseRound their victim, sick and wounded, First a shadow, then a sorrow, Till the air is dark with anguish.
I am persuaded … that both man and woman bear pain or sorrow, (and, for aught I know, pleasure too) best in a horizontal position.
The deep pain that is felt
at the death of every friendly soul
arises from the feeling that there is
in every individual something
which is inexpressible,
peculiar to him alone,
and is, therefore,
absolutely and irretrievably lost.
at the death of every friendly soul
arises from the feeling that there is
in every individual something
which is inexpressible,
peculiar to him alone,
and is, therefore,
absolutely and irretrievably lost.
[Once plans for each eventuality are resolved, further] Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, but only saps today of its strength.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
When the evil deed, after it has become known, brings sorrow to the fool, then it destroys his bright lot, nay, it cleaves his head.
The criminal law is not meant to respond to every sorrow and grief.
If Melanchthon were alive today, he might not weep because of controversies that surround the Lord’s Supper, but he might well sorrow because of our indifference to its meaning and importance.
We each have been betrayed. Let yourself picture and remember the many ways this is true. Feel the sorrow you have carried from this past. Now sense that you can release this burden of pain by gradually extending forgiveness as your heart is ready.
God knows the feelings in every human heart. He can soften sorrow and lead when there seems to be no light. Prayer can give guidance and confidence. It reminds us that no one need be alone in this world. If all else fails, remember, God and one other person can be a family.
Joy takes away from us the thoughts of our actions; sorrow it is that awakens the soul.
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
Love’s pleasure lasts but a moment; love’s sorrow lasts all through life.
Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.
He that loves not his wife and children feeds a lioness at home, and broods a nest of sorrows.
There are spaces of sorrow only God can touch.
For reasons he couldn’t understand a sadness came over him and it was then he saw the girl standing on the other side of the dirt road, her eyes pools of absolute sorrow, her light brown hair glowing in the splinters of sunlight that forced their way through the trees.
The time comes when our hearts sink utterly;
When we remember Deirdre and her tale,
And that her lips are dust.
When we remember Deirdre and her tale,
And that her lips are dust.
Never allow your own sorrow to absorb you, but seek out another to console, and you will find consolation.
Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.
Heart’s ease! one could look for half a day Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow, That gave this gentle name.
Whoever has loved once, knows all that life contains of sorrow and of joy.
When a loved one disappears, you continue to live with the accompaniment of that person. One has to find a balance between joy and sorrow.
Funk, gospel, blues is all out of slavery times, out of depression, out of sorrow.
There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.
The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind.
How beautiful is sorrow when it is dressed by virgin innocence! it makes felicity in others seem deformed.
I do not think that any sorrow of youth or manhood equalled in intensity or duration the black and hopeless misery which followed the wrench of transference from a happy home to a school.
Look, it’s a monster. He’s walking alone. Look, he’s pulling something out of his pocket. He threw it on the ground. Let’s go see what it is. It’s a black box. You open it… ok… Look, it’s sorrow, misery and pain. It’s loneliness and longing. Boy, he’ll be sorry he lost these.
I am haunted by numberless islands, many a Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;Soon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the flames would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;Soon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the flames would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!
The end of desire is the end of sorrow.
One cannot too soon forget his errors and misdemeanors for to dwell long upon them is to add to the offense, and repentance and sorrow can only be displaced by somewhat better, and which is as free and original as if they had not been.
The joys of love…last only a moment. The sorrows of love last all the life long.
Sorrow, like rain makes roses and mud.
One takes what the river offers, both good and bad. The joy of living by running water far outweighs the sorrow.
Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory’s wards to let A thought of sorrow free.
A good Soul hath neither too great joy, nor too great sorrow: for it rejoiceth in goodness; and it sorroweth in wickedness. By the means whereof, when it beholdeth all things, and seeth the good and bad so mingled together, it can neither rejoice greatly; nor be grieved with over much sorrow.
Friendship is the allay of our sorrows, the ease of our passions, the discharge of our oppressions, the sanctuary to our calamities, the counselor of our doubts, the clarity of our minds.
Go, forget me! why should sorrow
O’er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me, and to-morrow
Brightly smile and sweetly sing!
Smile,—though I shall not be near thee;
Sing,—though I shall never hear thee!
O’er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me, and to-morrow
Brightly smile and sweetly sing!
Smile,—though I shall not be near thee;
Sing,—though I shall never hear thee!
Regret is not a proactive feeling. It is situated in disappointment, sorrow, even remorse. It merely wishes things were different without an act to cause a difference. However, repentance is different. Repentance is an admission of, hatred of, and turning away from sin before God.
I saw the desert, it grew upon me. There are times, when I have sorrows, that I hunger and thirst for it.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
The mere existence of ‘Buffy’ proves the declinists wrong about one thing: Hollywood commercialism can produce great art. Complex and evolving characters. Playful language. Joy and sorrow, pathos and elation. Episodes that dare to be different – to tell stories in silence or in song. Big themes and terrible choices.
It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and sorrow, should be only organized dust.
For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.
Yet there be certain times in a young man’s life, when, through great sorrow or sin, all the boy in him is burnt and seared away so that he passes at one step to the more sorrowful state of manhood
Joy may be a miser,
But Sorrow’s purse is free.
But Sorrow’s purse is free.
Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it.
In joy or sorrow, feebleness or might,
Peace or commotion, be thou, Father, my delight.
Peace or commotion, be thou, Father, my delight.
The foolish man conceives the idea of ‘self.’ The wise man sees there is no ground on which to build the idea of ‘self;’ thus, he has a right conception of the world and well concludes that all compounds amassed by sorrow will be dissolved again, but the truth will remain.
It is necessary for me to express the deep sorrow that I feel for all the Cuban people both inside and outside of Cuba that have suffered the atrocities and repression caused by Fidel Castro and his totalitarian regime.
Even if you can’t prevent another’s sorrow, caring will lessen it.
All societies are evil, sorrowful, inequitable; and so they will always be. So if you really want to help this world, what you will have to teach is how to live in it. And that no one can do who has not himself learned how to live in it in the joyful sorrow and sorrowful joy of the knowledge of life as it is.
Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind.
Courage! even sorrows, when once they are vanished, quicken the soul, as rain the valley.
It is our human lot, it is heaven’s will, that sorrow follow joy.
Animals have a much better attitude to life and death than we do. They know when their time has come. We are the ones that suffer when they pass, but it’s a healing kind of grief that enables us to deal with other griefs that are not so easy to grab hold of.
All a person does in a moment of suffering is to suffer. There is not room for anything else.
Sorrow, it is said, will make even an oyster feel poetical. I never tried my hand at that sort of writing but on this particular occasion such was my state of feeling, that I began to fancy myself inspired; so I took pen in hand, and as usual I went ahead.
Courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power to overcome danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm inwardly that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is meaningful even if in a sense beyond our understanding; and that there is always tomorrow.
When we feel how God was in our sorrows, we shall trust the more blessedly that He will be in our deaths.
I have never experienced a sorrow that was not relieved by an hour of reading.
Sorrow eats your heart and courage.
Regardless of your age, you will always have adventures, unexpected joys and unexpected sorrows.
To bow to the fact of our life’s sorrows and betrayals is to accept them; and from this deep gesture we discover that all life is workable. As we learn to bow, we discover that the heart holds more freedom and compassion than we could imagine.
He that raises a large family does, indeed, while he lives to observe them, stand a broader mark for sorrow; but then he stands a broader mark for pleasure too.
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
May it make your sorrow Easier for you to bear Knowing there are others Who understand and care.
What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
The passage of time has not altered the capacity of the Redeemer to change men’s lives. As he said to the dead Lazarus, so he says to you and me: “come forth.” Come forth from the despair of doubt. Come forth from the sorrow of sin. Come forth from the death of disbelief. Come forth to a newness of life. Come forth.
i laced my shoes with sorrow and walked a weary road dead end streets don’t come undone with double knots wing tipped shoes that walk on air through vacant lots
A cigar numbs sorrow and fills the solitary hours with a million gracious images.
Suffering is not enough. Life is both dreadful and wonderful…How can I smile when I am filled with so much sorrow? It is natural–you need to smile to your sorrow because you are more than your sorrow.
It always grieves me to contemplate the initiation of children into the ways of life when they are scarcely more than infants. It checks their confidence and simplicity, two of the best qualities that heaven gives them, and demands that they share our sorrows before they are capable of entering into our enjoyments.
I always encourage people who had a loss of any kind that you find something to focus on that takes you out of that horrific sorrow. And you have to go through it. No way out but through in the grief. But don’t remain in the grief. You know, find something that you can nurture as you would that being that you loved.
One of the things about grief is that it can bring a deeper perspective into your life; in the end, it has, for me, though it’s also brought sorrow.
Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?
Cast away care, he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow; Money is trash, and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.
A prayerless church member is a hindrance. He is in the body like a rotting bone or a decayed tooth. Before long, since he does not contribute to the benefit of his brethren, he will become a danger and a sorrow to them. Neglect of private prayer is the locust which devours the strength of the church.
And then the dear Lord will take us to the new earth, surrounded by the new Heaven, and the holy New Jerusalem will come down from God out of Heaven. Then we will have an end of pain and sorrow and crying and death. All these, thank God, will be forever done! And then God Himself will wipe away our tears.
There’s a sorrow and pain in everyone’s life, but every now and then there’s a ray of light that melts the loneliness in your heart and brings comfort like hot soup and a soft bed.
Through prayer we can carry in our heart all human pain and sorrow, all conflicts and agonies, all torture and war, all hunger, loneliness and misery, not because of some great psychological or emotional capacity, but because God’s heart has become one with ours.
The best we can hope for in this life is a knothole peek at the shining realities ahead. Yet a glimpse is enough. It’s enough to convince our hearts that whatever sufferings and sorrow currently assail us aren’t worthy of comparison to that which waits over the horizon.
A man exercising no forethought will soon experience present sorrow.
Overcome your uncertainties and free yourself from dwelling on sorrow. When you delight in existence, you will awaken, and become a guide to those in need, revealing the path to many.
To live beneath sorrow, one must yield to it.
Tears are a tribute to our deceased friends. When the body is sown, it must be watered. But we must not sorrow as those that have no hope; for we have a good hope through grace both concerning them and concerning ourselves.
Learning to endure times of disappointment, suffering, and sorrow is part of our on-the-job training. These experiences, while often difficult to bear at the time, are precisely the kinds of experiences that stretch our understanding, build our character, and increase our compassion for others.
If we never felt sorrow, we’d never recognize bliss.
Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.
Genuine sorrows are very tranquil in appearance in the deep bed they have dug for themselves. But, seeming to slumber, they corrode the soul like that frightful acid which penetrates crystal.
Life was a sorrowful throb of this Matter teaching it anguish, Teaching it hope and desire trod out too soon in the mire, Life the frail joy that regrets its briefness, life the long sorrow.
Two in distressmake sorrow less.
“Existence is sorrow.” Understand, and go beyond sorrow. This is the way of brightness.
The end for which we are created invites us to walk a road that is surely sown with a lot of thorns, but it is not sad; through even the sorrow, it is illuminated by joy.
Glenn’s passing was so unexpected and has left me with a very heavy heart filled with sorrow. He was so young and still full of amazing genius. He was an extremely talented songwriter, arranger, leader, singer, guitarist – you name it – and Glenn could do it and create ‘Magic’ on the spot.
There is peace and rest and comfort in sorrow
You are reduced / To the after-sorrow / That will last my lifetime. The hair-tearing / Grief of the mother / Whose child has been swept away.
Our own cast-off sorrows are not sufficient to constitute sympathy for others.
Between the theme parks and the movies, the Disney iconography was probably the first set of archetypes that I was exposed to. Walt was able to expose me as a child to the full array of emotions, including fear and sorrow. Those movies and attractions haunted my dreams and made a deep impression on me as a child.
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.
The key to the Grail is compassion, ‘suffering with,’ feeling another’s sorrow as if it were your own. The one who finds the dynamo of compassion is the one who’s found the Grail.
Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
I am bigger than anything that can happen to me. All these things, sorrow, misfortune and suffering, are outside my door. I am in the house and I have the key.
In times of trouble you can count on your self. In times of disaster you can count on your friends. In times of sorrow you can count on your Father.
I hid myself within myself … and quietly wrote down all my joys, sorrows and contempt in my diary.
To care passionately for another human creature brings always more sorrow than joy; but at the same time, Elinor, one would not be without experience. Anyone who has never really loved has never really lived.
Vain are the beliefs and teachings that make man miserable, and false is the goodness that leads him into sorrow and despair, for it is man’s purpose to be happy on this earth and lead the way to felicity and preach its gospel wherever he goes.
…losing through you what seemed myself, i find selves unimaginably mine; beyond sorrow’s own joys and hopings very fears yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: yours is the darkness of my soul’s return… you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
Show me a person who hasnВґt known any sorrow and IВґll show you a superficial.
Never forget that the purpose for which a man lives is the improvement of the man himself, so that he may go out of this world having, in his great sphere or his small one, done some little good for his fellow creatures and labored a little to diminish the sin and sorrow that are in the world.
You can never be truly happy in a life unless you have known a sorrow. All terrible things we have gone through in life have created spaces inside us where happiness can live Not to mention love.
When you are so full of sorrow
that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore,
think about the green foliage that sparkles after
the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when
you hope a final night will cover the world,
think about the awakening of a young child.
that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore,
think about the green foliage that sparkles after
the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when
you hope a final night will cover the world,
think about the awakening of a young child.
… 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.
Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.
Seeing the world is the best education you can get. You see sorrow, and you also see great spirit and will to survive.
For each thorn, there’s a rosebud… For each twilight – a dawn… For each trial – the strength to carry on, For each storm cloud – a rainbow… For each shadow – the sun… For each parting – sweet memories when sorrow is done.
Knowledge of the Enlightenment Cycle, of the ways that inner dimensions and nirvana work, lifts you far above the transient sorrows, pains, pleasures and joys that the unenlightened masses experience.
The wild swan’s death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.
Sorrow is one of the vibrations that prove the fact of living.
It is possible to evade a multitude of sorrows by the cultivation of an insignificant life.
It is much better to be drawn by the joys of heaven, than driven by the sorrows of earth.
The finishing stroke of all sorrow.
The word suffering is full and whole and perfect as a pierced heart, sweet, rushing and tender … Suffering is the joy of someone about to be martyred, illumination of something given up as an offer.
In most cases, worldly love ends in hatred and deep sorrow.
Grief is no more necessary when we understand death than fear is necessary when we understand flying.
The good author is he who contemplates without marked joy or excessive sorrow the adventures of his soul amongst criticisms.
If you love somebody; You better let it out; Don’t hold it back; While you’re trying to figure it out; Cause the only real pain a heart can ever know; Is the sorrow of regret; When you don’t let your feelings show. So, did you say it, Did you mean it?
The idea of the Bodhisattva is the one who out of his realization of transcendence participates in the world. The imitation of Christ is joyful participation in the sorrows of the world.
Present unhappiness is selfish; past sorrow is compassionate.
We must have done something very wicked before we were born, or else we must be going to be very happy indeed when we are dead, for God to let this life have all the tortures of expiation and all the sorrows of an ordeal.
Sorrow’s child grieves not what has passed, but all the past still yet to come.
The average reader can contemplate with considerable fortitude the sorrows and disappointments of someone else.
Fairy tale does not deny the existence of sorrow and failure: the possibility of these is necessary to the joy of deliverance. It denies (in the face of much evidence, if you will) universal final defeat…giving a fleeting glimpse of Joy; Joy beyond the walls of the world, poignant as grief.
What else does anxiety about the future bring you but sorrow upon sorrow?
In the voice of mirth there may be excitement, but in the tones of mourning there is consolation.
EARTH LIFE with its joys and sorrows is a necessary part of our eternal existence. Its purposes are to prepare us to return to the presence of our Heavenly Father and to provide the way whereby we may receive a fulness of joy.
When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.
Sorrow was made for man, not for beasts; yet if men encourage melancholy too much, they become no better than beasts.
So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved
And now, dear Mr. Worthing, I will not intrude any longer into a house of sorrow. I would merely beg you not to be too much bowed down by grief. What seem to us bitter trials are often blessings in disguise. This seems to me a blessing of an extremely obvious kind.
Believe, meditate, see. Be harmless, be blameless. Awake to the law. And from all sorrows free yourself.
Show me a population that is deeply religious and I will show you a servile population, content with whips and chains, … content to eat the bread of sorrow and drink the waters of affliction.
Pain and fear and hunger are effects of causes which can be foreseen and known: but sorrow is a debt which someone else makes for us.
A cheerful demeanor makes brighter the day; as the sun, chasing darkness and sorrow away.
No, no; ’tis all men’s office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man’s virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel: My griefs cry louder than advertisement.
There is sorrow in finitude. The Self is beyond time, space and objects. It is infinite and hence of the nature of absolute happiness.
I’m not one of those people that wears something once and tosses it aside. I wear my shoes until they beg to be thrown away. Parting is such sweet sorrow – and then it’s onto the next pair.
She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters.
Great grief makes sacred those upon whom its hand is laid. Joy may elevate, ambition glorify, but sorrow alone can consecrate.
I’m afraid a boat so small would sink with the weight of all my sorrow.
The fact that I have no remedy for all the sorrows of the world is no reason for my accepting yours. It simply supports the strong probability that yours is a fake.
Misery is, by her own nature, a passing phase of sorrow, one that does not linger uninvited. Her sojourns seem to be part of life’s required curriculum, perhaps because Misery endows us with compassion and empathy.
The cruelty of death lies in the fact that it brings the real sorrow of the end, but not the end. The greatest cruelty of death: an apparent end causes a real sorrow. Our salvation is death, but not this one.
Sorrow is not evil, since it stimulates and purifies.
Suffering, failure, loneliness, sorrow, discouragement, and death will be part of your journey, but the Kingdom of God will conquer all these horrors. No evil can resist grace forever.
When there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.
If people would dare to speak to one another unreservedly, there would be a good deal less sorrow in the world a hundred years hence.
As the valley gives height to the mountain, so can sorrow give meaning to pleasure; as the well is the source of the fountain, deep adversity can be a treasure.
Facing death calmly is praiseworthy only if one faces it alone. Death together is no longer death, even for unbelievers. The source of sorrows lies not in leaving life, but in leaving that which gives it meaning. When love is our whole life, what difference is there between living together and dying together ?
Gather kittens while you may, Time brings only sorrow; And the kittens of today; Will be old cats tomorrow.
Lord, I am a surgeon and music is my knife. It cuts away my sorrow and purifies my life.
Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.
Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.
We are the best team of the tournament and deserved the title but luck did not favour us. I think the future of this team is good. If we play more friendly matches and target the SAFF Championship, I think this team can deliver that title.
Grief even in a child hates the light and shrinks from human eyes.
The solution to staying on the right side of the fine line between using and abusing grace is repentance. The road to repentance is godly sorrow (2 Corinthians 7:10). Godly sorrow is developed when we focus on the true nature of sin as an offense against God rather than something that makes us feel guilty.
Victorian sorrow: the stars are winking in the sky, but not for us.
Of all my children, this is the one that cost me the worst birth-pangs and brought me the most sorrow; and for that reason it is the one most dear to me.
There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.
People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.
It is those who make the least display of their sorrow who mourn the deepest.
The enduring realization that when a great challenge comes, the most ordinary people can show that they value something more than they value their own lives. When the last of the veterans had gone, and the sorrows and bitterness which the war created had at last worn away, this memory remained.
She was the epitome of stately sorrow each time she smiled.
In ancient shadows and twilightsWhere childhood had strayed,The world’s great sorrows were bornAnd its heroes were made.In the lost boyhood of JudasChrist was betrayed.
Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.
I’ve got life, I’ve got love, I’ve got faith & that’s enough. We feel sorrow we feel pain, but there’s sunshine after rain.
God can use a sensitive Christian to be a rich blessing in the life of one who knows pain and sorrow.
Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has lodged in my heart. As long as it stays I am ironic if it is pulled out I shall die.
Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Yes, into Life’s deep stream! All forms of sorrow and delight, All solemn Voices of the Night, That can soothe thee, or affright, – Be these henceforth thy theme. (excerpt from “Voices of the Night”)
Whenever you find a preacher who takes the Bible allegorically and figuratively…that preacher is preaching an allegorical gospel which is no gospel. I thank God for a literal Christ, for a literal salvation. There is literal sorrow, literal death, literal Hell, and, thank God, there is a literal Heaven.
We have listened here to the delegates who have recalled the terrible human suffering, and the great material destruction of the late war in the Pacific. It is with feelings of sorrow that we recall the part played in that catastrophic human experience by the old Japan.
The blood of Christ stands not simply for the sting of sin on God but the scourge of God on sin, not simply for God’s sorrow over sin, but for God’s wrath on sin.
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.
We passed over in a sweep of sorrow that would persist into our small forever. We just keep going.
Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.
For if joyful is the fountain that rises in the sun, its springs are in the wells of sorrow unfathomable at the foundations of the Earth.
Worrying is carrying tomorrow’s load with today’s strength- carrying two days at once. It is moving into tomorrow ahead of time. Worrying doesn’t empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.
What omniscience has music! So absolutely impersonal, and yet every sufferer feels his secret sorrow soothed.
Sorrow and suffering make for character if they are voluntarily borne, but not if they are imposed.
For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us.
Now you see,’ said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, ‘why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else’s joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.
Were a man’s sorrows and disquietudes summed up at the end of his life, it would generally be found that he had suffered more from the apprehension of such evils as never happened to him than from those evils which had really befallen him.
There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.
Sky of blackness and sorrow, sky of love, sky of tears. Sky of glory and sadness, sky of mercy, sky of fear.
Sorrow can be a bully.
The eyes mirror the heart of a person. An entire life can be seen through them. Love, sorrow, deceit, pain. If you look closely, it’s all there.
A sacred burden is this life ye bear,
Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly,
Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly;
Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin,
But onward, upward, till the goal ye win.
Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly,
Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly;
Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin,
But onward, upward, till the goal ye win.
A life that is burdened with expectations is a heavy life. Its fruit is sorrow and disappointment.
With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?
Brothers and sisters, if only we had more compassion for those who are different from us, it would lighten many of the problems and sorrows in the world today. It would certainly make our families and the Church a more hallowed and heavenly place.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
It is only our exactions of life that are terrible. It is only our impossible conceptions of beauty and good and justice that are terrible–because they never are realized, and at the same time they prevent us taking life as it is. That is the real source of all our sorrow and suffering.
Frivolous sorrow is folly. Frivolous enjoyment is not.
Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.
Chase away sorrow by living
When I hear that a personal friend has fallen into matrimonial courses, I feel the same sorrow as if I had heard of his lapsing into theism — a holy sorrow, unmixed with anger.
Given my last position, that I was the first U.S attorney post 9/11 in New Jersey, I understand acutely the pain and sorrow and upset of the family members who lost loved ones that day at the hands of radical Muslim extremists. And their sensitivities and concerns have to be taken into account.
No man sympathizes with the sorrows of vanity.
The man whose silent daysIn harmless joys are spent,Whom hopes cannot delude,Nor sorrow discontent:That man needs neither towersNor armour for defence,Nor secret vaults to flyFrom thunder’s violence.
There’s a vacancy, won’t you come to me And fill my empty spaces I’m a motel man in a promised land That’s filled with empty faces So won’t you bring your sorrows bring your dreams, It’s a place for you to be There’s no more tomorrow or that’s how it seems Won’t you come to me? I’ve got a vacancy
A woman whose heart is not touched by the sickness of sorrow and whose hands do not go out in relief where it is in her power to help, lacks one of the elements which make the glory of womanhood.
Give an earnest-hearted, devoted girl any true work that will make her active in the dawn, and weary at night, with the consciousness that her fellow-creatures have indeed been the better for her day, and the powerless sorrow of her enthusiasm will transform itself into a majesty of radiant and beneficent peace.
Love sorrows are addictive as other sorrows are not.
This is one of the defining sorrows of books: that we cannot see one another.
Waste brings woe, and sorrow hates despair.
Lack of knowledge is the
source of all pains and sorrows whether dormant, attenuated, interrupted
or fully active.
source of all pains and sorrows whether dormant, attenuated, interrupted
or fully active.
I’m leaving my sorrows and all my memories behind to see what I find, somewhere in the shade near the sound of a sweet singing river, somewhere in the sun where the mountains make love to the sky.
Let us remember that sorrow alone is the creator of great things.
There are some people who eat an orange but don’t really eat it. They eat their sorrow, fear, anger, past, and future.
All around you are people whose lives are filled with trouble and sorrow, and they need your compassion and encouragement.
If sorrow and beauty are all tied up together, then perhaps maturity brings with it not what Nabhan calls abstraction, but an aesthetic sense that partially redeems the losses time brings and finds beauty in the faraway.
The very greatest things – great thoughts, discoveries, inventions – have usually been nurtured in hardship, often pondered over in sorrow, and at length established with difficulty.
Who looks at me, beholdeth sorrows all, All pain, all torture, woe and all distress; I have no need on other harms to call, As anguish, languor, cruel bitterness, Discomfort, dread, and madness more and less; Methinks from heaven above the tears must rain In pity for my harsh and cruel pain.
All of us know about learning life’s lessons through pain, struggle, and loss. But few of us realize that it is often the gentlest lessons that teach us most. Serendipity can instruct us as much as sorrow.
Life doesn’t take itself seriously for long. Joy leaves an imprint even in the hardest sorrow.
I’m more of a freedom fighter than I am a Christian. I serve Jesus Christ. How I believe is that God’s promises are not for here on Earth. They’re for when we leave this Earth and we go to Heaven – that’s when there’s no more tears, no more sorrows.
Kindness does not require us to be blind to facts or to live in fancies, but it does require us to cherish a habit of goodwill, ready to show pity if sorrow appears, and slow to turn away even if hostility appears.
With each character in a movie, I’m looking for a human being. I’m looking for a person. And to me, I’m looking for a person that’s full of strengths and weaknesses, a person that’s full of successes and failures, a person that’s full of joy and sorrow. I’m interested in people that are human beings that are alive.
Music is the voice of all sorrow, all joy. It needs no translation.
It is good to divert our sorrow for other things to the root of all, which is sin. Let our grief run most in that channel, that as sin bred grief, so grief may consume sin.
Nobody understands another’s sorrow, and nobody another’s joy.
There is no sorrow like a love denied. Nor any joy like love that has its will.
A man’s sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep.
It is one of the prodigious privileges of art that the horrific, artistically expressed, becomes beauty, and that sorrow, given rhythm and cadence, fills the spirit with a calm joy.
It will be a beautiful family talk, mean and worried and full of sorrow and spite and excitement.
The joyful will stoop with sorrow, and when you have gone to the earth I will let my hair grow long for your sake, I will wander through the wilderness in the skin of a lion
I was early taught by sorrow to shed tears, and now when sudden joy lights up, or any unexpected sorrow strikes my heart, I find it difficult to repress the full and swelling tide of feeling.
Genuine is the sorrow endured without anyone else knowing about it.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.[What is a sorrow? A feeling whose benefits have not yet been discovered]
Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.
I don’t think your personal life has anything to do with your professional life. They are separate things. Whatever is happening at home shouldn’t be carried to work. Everyone has his/her own journey. Some revel in the fact that they derive that from personal contentment, and others draw it from extreme sorrow.
Quiet and sincere sympathy is often the most welcome and efficient consolation to the afflicted. Said a wise man to one in deep sorrow, I did not come to comfort you; God only can do that; but I did come to say how deeply and tenderly I feel for you in your affliction.
Everything human is pathetic. The secret source of humor itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven.
Sorrow comes in great waves…but rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us, it leaves us. And we know that if it is strong, we are stronger, inasmuch as it passes and we remain.
From craving arises sorrow, from craving arises fear, but he who is freed from craving has no sorrow and certainly no fear.
I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.
I know already that I can survive it. That’s the sorrow of it all. That whatever comes I’ll survive it. I mean, even if the worst were to be true, would it really be the worst?
This is not to say that joy is a compensation for loss, but that each of them, joy and loss, exists in its own right and must be recognised for what it is … So joy can be joy and sorrow can be sorrow, with neither of them casting either light or shadow on the other.
All thy old woes shall now smile on thee, and thy pains sit bright on thee. All thy sorrows here shall shine and thy sufferings be divine; Tears shall take comfort and turn to gems and wrongs repent to diadems Even thy deaths shall live and new dress the soul that once they slew.
What is the life of man! Is it not to shift from side to side? From sorrow to sorrow? To button up one cause of vexation! And unbutton another!
Worry is discounting possible future sorrows so that the individual may have present misery.
Let no man pray that he know not sorrow, Let no soul ask to be free from pain, For the gall of to-day is the sweet of to-morrow, And the moment’s loss is the lifetime’s gain.
Sorrow is Mount Sinai. If one will, one may go up and talk with God, face to face.
The emotions – love, mirth, the heroic, wonder, tranquility, fear, anger, sorrow, disgust – are in the audience.
Not in sorrow freely is never to open the bosom to the sweets of the sunshine.
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.
Prayer has comforted us in sorrow and will help strengthen us for the journey ahead.
There is an important difference between the sorrow for sin that leads to repentance and the sorrow that leads to despair.
Prayer gives a channel to the pent-up sorrows of the soul, they flow away, and in their stead streams of sacred delight pour into the heart.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
There are those who are awkward in the face of sorrow, fearing to say the wrong thing; to them, I say, there is no wrong in comfort, ever. A kind word, a consoling arm … these things are ever welcome.
I have known sorrow – therefore I
May laugh with you, O friend, more merrily
Than those who never sorrowed upon earth
And know not laughter’s worth.
I have known laughter – therefore I
May sorrow with you far more tenderly
Than those who never guess how sad a thing
Seems merriment to one heart’s suffering.
May laugh with you, O friend, more merrily
Than those who never sorrowed upon earth
And know not laughter’s worth.
I have known laughter – therefore I
May sorrow with you far more tenderly
Than those who never guess how sad a thing
Seems merriment to one heart’s suffering.
Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.
Go, forget me – why should sorrow, O’er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me – and tomorrow, brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile – though I shall not be near thee; Sing – though I shall never hear thee.
Some flowers give out little or no odour until crushed.
We ought not to have to wait for sorrow before we can appreciate the sweetness of joy.
Listlessness to everything, but brooding sorrow, was the night that fell on my undisciplined heart. Let me look up from it – as at last I did, thank Heaven! – and from its long, sad, wretched dream, to dawn.
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.
And handed me to Sorrow,
The only kind of middle wife
My folks could beg or borrow.
Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then… Well, then I woke up.
It is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire and which will make us more like our Father and Mother in heaven.
We have taught our people to use prayer too much as a means of comfort – not in the original and heroic sense of uplifting, inspiring, strengthening, but in the more modern and baser sense of soothing sorrow, dulling pain, and drying tears – the comfort of the cushion, not the comfort of the Cross.
The saloon is a liar. It promises good cheer and sends sorrow. It promises prosperity and sends adversity. It promises happiness and sends misery…. It is God’s worst enemy and the devil’s best friend.
My biggest sorrow, when looking back on my youth, is how much of it I somehow missed. Now, looking at my life today, I don’t want to make the same mistake. I don’t want to miss this. As Bonnie Raitt sang like she was singing it for all of us, “Life gets mighty precious when there’s less of it to waste.”
Sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, and love belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.
Let me moderate our sorrows. The grief of a man should not exceed proper bounds, but be in proportion to the blow he has received.
[Lat., Ponamus nimios gemitus: flagrantior aequo
Non debet dolor esse viri, nec vulnere major.]
[Lat., Ponamus nimios gemitus: flagrantior aequo
Non debet dolor esse viri, nec vulnere major.]
There was no gleam, no shadow, for the heavens, too, were one still, pale cloud; no sound or motion in anything but the dark river that flowed and moaned like an unresting sorrow.
All men can bear a familiar, definite misfortune better than the cruel alternations of a fate which, from one moment to another, brings excessive joy or sorrow.
I advise nobody to drown sorrow in cocoa. It is bad for the figure and it does not alleviate the sorrow.
What is the sign of a friend? Is it that he tells you his secret sorrows? No, it is that he tells you his secret joys. Many people will confide their secret sorrows to you, but the final mark of intimacy is when they share their secret joys with you.
And all over the world, the old literature, the popular literature, is the same. It consists of very dignified sorrow and very undignified fun. Its sad tales are of broken hearts; its happy tales are of broken heads.
Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight
She who is born with beauty is born with a sorrow for many a man.
Happiness is sorrow; sorrow is happiness. There is happiness in difficulty; difficulty in happiness. Even though the ways we feel are different, they are not really different, in essence they are the same. This is the true understanding transmitted from Buddha to us.
Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.
Just as a tree, though cut down, can grow again and again if its roots are undamaged and strong, in the same way if the roots of craving are not wholly uprooted sorrows will come again and again
One must have sorrow to truly appreciate joy.
The Mother of Sorrows is my confidante, my teacher, my counselor, and my powerful advocate.
In this life nothing is permanent. Joy, sorrow, pain, pleasure – everything is in a constant state of change. Thankfully.
When I think of the happiness that is in store for me, every sorrow, every pain becomes dear to me.
Through tears and trials, through fears and sorrows, through the heartache and loneliness of losing loved ones, there is assurance that life is everlasting. Our Lord and Savior is the living witness that such is so.
In this world we find that all happiness is followed by misery as its shadow. Life has its shadow, death. They must go together, because they are not contradictory, not two separate existences, but different manifestations of the same unit, life and death, sorrow and happiness, good and evil.
My every action is to liberate God from his sorrow.
Resentment is a union of sorrow with malignity; a combination of a passion which all endeavor to avoid with a passion which all concur to detest.
If we will only surrender ourselves utterly to the Lord, and will trust Him perfectly, we shall find our souls “mounting up with wings as eagles” to the “heavenly places” in Christ Jesus, where earthly annoyances or sorrows have no power to disturb us.
Pause and remember – If you empty yourself of yesterday’s sorrows, you will have much more room for today’s joy.
Great passions may either bring great victories or great sorrows! In both cases, it is always a great privilege to have great passions!
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
It is a very melancholy reflection that men are usually so weak that it is absolutely necessary for them to know sorrow and pain to be in their right senses.
Fans say I have a lot of sorrow in my eyes. It’s true.
True sorrow is as rare as true love.
Abandon learning and there will be no sorrow.
I am convinced that when we bring our griefs and sorrows within the story of God’s own grief and sorrow, and allow them to be held there, God is able to bring healing to us and new possibilities to our lives. That is, of course, what Good Friday and Easter are all about.
Half the joys and half the sorrows of this world are discovered in bed.
All human suffering springs from unbridled desire. Unless one extricates oneself from the clutch of greed, one will not free himself from the fetters of sorrow.
The cure for sorrow is to learn something.
I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace.
I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.
Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.
For me, prayer is an upward leap of the heart, an untroubled glance towards heaven, a cry of gratitude and love which I utter from the depths of sorrow as well as from the heights of joy.
We need to be angels for each other, to give each other strength and consolation. Because only when we fully realize that the cup of life is not only a cup of sorrow but also a cup of joy will we be able to drink it.
The time-state of attainment eliminates so accurately the time-state of aspiration, that the actual seems the inevitable, and, all conscious intellectual effort to reconstitute the invisible and unthinkable as a reality being fruitless, we are incapable of appreciating our joy by comparing it with our sorrow.
The Japanese have a word – aware – which, in my understanding is, again, that full range – both the joy and the sorrow of our life. One does not exist without the other. And I really feel that.
As the rose-tree is composed of the sweetest flowers and the sharpest thorns, as the heavens are sometimes overcast—alternately tempestuous and serene—so is the life of man intermingled with hopes and fears, with joys and sorrows, with pleasure and pain.
If all men and women were kept at some useful employment there would be less sorrow and wickedness in the world.
Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.
Terror works like a musical composition, so many instruments, all in tune, playing perfectly together to create their desired effect. Sorrow and horror and fear.
I paint my joy and I sing my sorrow.
It is not the high summer alone that is God’s. The winter also is His. And into His winter He came to visit us. And all man’s winters are His – the winter of our poverty, the winter of our sorrow, the winter of our unhappiness – even ‘the winter of our discontent.
Be careful before leaving someone in a sorrowing situation. Say a word of prayer with them and share even a brief word of encouragement from the Scriptures.
Sorrows cannot all be explained away in a life truly lived, grief and loss accumulate like possessions.
If you’re saddened by another’s sorrow, then sorrow will never come to you. If you are happy at another’s joy then joy will never leave you.
If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man’s life would only serve to make a chronological table-a fool’s notion of history.
After the clouds, the sunshine; after the winter, the spring; after the shower, the rainbow; for life is a changeable thing. After the night, the morning, bidding all darkness cease, after life’s cares and sorrows, the comfort and sweetness of peace.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.
The beauty of sorrow is superior to the beauty of life.
Think of how dark that Friday was when Christ was lifted up on the cross… It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God.
I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.
You were the one who taught me,” he said. “I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow for its spoiling. I became a hero to serve you, and all that is like you.
No great truth bursts upon man without having its hemisphere of darkness and sorrow.
Pain and sorrow and misery have a right to our assistance: compassion puts us in mind of the debt, and that we owe it to ourselves as well as to the distressed.
we middle-aged folk have the education of life, truly; we know the multiplication table of anxieties and sorrows, the subtraction table of loss, the division table of responsibility.
No end to sorrow, caused by the same endless fears. Why can’t we learn from all we’ve been through after two thousand years?
Joy is more divine than sorrow, for joy is bread and sorrow is medicine.
The source of sorrows lies not in leavingВ life, but in leaving that which gives it meaning.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
The joy of the gospel fills the hearts and lives of all who encounter Jesus. Those who accept His offer of salvation are set free from sin, sorrow, inner emptiness, and loneliness. With Christ joy is constantly born anew.
Young people have many pleasures and many sorrows, because they only have themselves to think of, so every wish and every notion assume importance; every pleasure is tasted to the full, but also every sorrow, and many who find that their wishes cannot be fulfilled, immediately put an end to their lives.
Be good. This will make your angel happy. When sorrows and misfortunes, physical or spiritual, afflict you, turn to your guardian angel with strong trust and he will help you.
Sorrow is not in death but in loneliness, and conflict comes when you seek consolation, forgetfullness, explanations, and illusions.
Walter’s eyes were very wonderful. All the joy and sorrow and laughter and loyalty and aspirations of many generations lying under the sod looked out of their dark-gray depths.
Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.
If our hearts are ready for anything, we can open to our inevitable losses, and to the depths of our sorrow. We can grieve our lost loves, our lost youth, our lost health, our lost capacities. This is part of our humanness, part of the expression of our love for life.
I have had my share of sorrows-more than the common lot, perhaps, but I have borne them ill. I have broken where I should have bent; and have mused and brooded, when my spirit should have mixed with all God’s great creation.
He will never let the trial surpass the strength He gives you, and at the very moment you think yourself overwhelmed by sorrow, He will lift you up and give you peace.
I say things that can be defined as prayers. But I don’t pray to a power or ask an entity to intercede in the earthly scheme, because I don’t believe that happens. But if I see a really unfortunate person in the street, I do pray, yes, though I suppose it’s really more like a mantra to ease my own sorrow.
Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.
Hearts united in pain and sorrow will not be separated by joy and happiness. Bonds that are woven in sadness are stronger than the ties of joy and pleasure. Love that is washed by tears will remain eternally pure and faithful.
When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.
Poverty, disease, sorrow, imprisonment and other evils are the fruits borne by the tree of one’s own sins.
The true Christian reaction to suffering and sorrow is not the attitude of self-pity, fatalism or resentment; it is the spirit which takes life’s difficulties as a God given opportunity, and regards its troubles as a sacred trust, and wears the thorns as a crown.
In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
Illusory joy is often worth more than genuine sorrow.
Music is one of the fairest and most glorious gifts of God, to which Satan is a bitter enemy; for it removes from the heart the weight of sorrow, and the fascination of evil thoughts.
My testimony has been my anchor and my stay, my satisfaction in times of joy and gladness, my comfort in times of sorrow and discouragement.
