Sorrow Quotes

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.

If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit. but if a friend of mine had a sorrow and refused to allow me to share it, I should feel it most bitterly. If he shut the doors of the house of mourning against me, I would move back again and again and beg to be admitted so that I might share in what I was entitled to share. If he thought me unworthy, unfit to weep with him, I should feel it as the most poignant humiliation.

If all the skies were sunshine Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling splash of rain. If all the world were music, Our hearts would often long For one sweet strain of silence, To break the endless song If life were always merry, Our souls would seek relief, And rest from weary laughter In the quiet arms of grief.

The biggest thing in today's sorrow is the memory of yesterday's joy.

Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!

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!

After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed, and mourning over tragedies that were not my own. Music always seems to me to produce that effect. It creates for one a past of which one has been ignorant, and fills one with a sense of sorrows that have been hidden from one’s tears.

Sorrow makes us all children again -destroys all differences of intellect.The wisest know nothing.

I made your sorrow mine also, that you might have help in bearing it.

Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.

Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.

Everything human is pathetic. The secret source of humor itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven.

Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow,Ang'ring itself and others.

A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.

I wait for the morning of my tears

Prosperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common in fibre, but sorrow is the most sensitive of all created things. There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation. The thin beaten-out leaf of tremulous gold that chronicles the direction of forces the eye cannot see is in comparison coarse. It is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it, and even then must bleed again, though not in pain.

Whoever has loved once, knows all that life contains of sorrow and of joy.

We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken.

The source of all humor is not laughter, but sorrow.

Here is a commandment for you: seek happiness in sorrow. Work, work tirelessly.

Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.

sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it

All men know their children Mean more than life. If childless people sneer- Well, they've less sorrow. But what lonesome luck!

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.

Sorrow and suffering make for character if they are voluntarily borne, but not if they are imposed.

Happiness presents itself to man, wearing the crown of sorrow on its head. He who welcomes it must also welcome sorrow.

Through the senses, anger comes, and sorrow comes.

There is quite enough sorrow and shame and suffering and baseness in real life, and there is no need for meeting it unnecessarily in fiction.

Tears unnumbered ye shall shed.

Everyone is overridden by thoughts;that's why they have so much heartache and sorrow.

For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us.

If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit. But if a friend of mine had a sorrow and refused to allow me to share it, I should feel it most bitterly.

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.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

If the descent is thus sometimes performed in sorrow, it can also take place in joy.

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

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.

There is pleasure in calm remembrance of a past sorrow.

Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.

We should feel sorrow, but not sink under its oppression; the heart of a wise man should resemble a mirror, which reflects every object without being sullied by any

Sorrow makes us all children again.

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.

Pleasures may turn a heart to stone, riches may make it callous, but sorrows cannot break it. Hearts live by being wounded.

When you are sorrowful, look again.

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

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?

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain

The secret source of humor is not joy but 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.

Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;And after summer evermore succeedsBarren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy.

For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.

There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation.

When great armies go to war, Sorrow is the sole winner.

Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that came down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures. And of these histories most fair still in the ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and Lúthien

Laughing faces do not mean that there is absence of sorrow!But it means that they have the ability to deal with it

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

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.

Find expression for a sorrow, and it will become dear to you. Find expression for a joy, and you will intensify its ecstasy.

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.