Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.
I hate her. " Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. "Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That's a different sorrow.
I am persuaded. . . that both man and woman bear pain or sorrow, (and, for aught I know, pleasure too) best in a horizontal position.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
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.
Sadness does not inhere in things; it does not reach us from the world and through mere contemplation of the world. It is a product of our own thought. We create it out of whole cloth.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
When I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow: when I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind.
The surgery of life hurts. It helps me, though, to know that the surgeon himself, the Wounded Surgeon, has felt every stab of pain and every sorrow.
A library is but the soul's burial ground; it is the land of shadows. Yet one is impressed with the thought, the labor, and the struggle, represented in this vast catacomb of books. Who could dream, by the placid waters that issue from the level mouths of brooks into the lake, all the plunges, the whirls, the divisions, and foaming rushes that had brought them down to the tranquil exit? And who can guess through what channels of disturbance, and experiences of sorrow, the heart passed that has emptied into this Dead Sea of books?
The happy ending of the Resurrection is so enormous that it swallows up even the sorrow of the Cross.
The good author is he who contemplates without marked joy or excessive sorrow the adventures of his soul amongst criticisms.
We're afraid that this anger or sorrow or loneliness is going to last forever. . . Instead, acting it out is what makes it last.
Whenever sorrow comes, be kind to it. For God has placed a pearl in sorrow’s hand.
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!
No matter what grief or loss takes place, most of life flows on all around us, as though nothing's changed. At some point in our sorrow, we each make a choice to sink or swim. There's no alternative.
Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind.
Friendship multiplies joy and divides sorrow.
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.
It's all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it's not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?