#Sorrow Quotes

“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!”

“My rage is gone,And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up.Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.Beat thou the drum, that it speaks mournfully,Trail your steel spikes. Though in this city heHath widowed and unchilded many a one,Which to this hour bewail the injury,Yet he shall have a noble memory.Assist.”

“Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.”

“Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business,Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general careTake hold on me; for my particular griefIs of so floodgate and o'erbearing natureThat it engluts and swallows other sorrows,And it is still itself.”

“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)”

“Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.”

“How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?”

“My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!”

“When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.”

“A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.”

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

“A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.”

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

“Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow;Thou canst help time to furrow me with age,But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.”

“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?”

“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”

“Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.”

“Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.”

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

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

“Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”

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

“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.”

“I will find new meaning in every joy and sorrow.”

“All things that we ordained festivalTurn from their office to black funeral--Our instruments to melancholy bells,Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse;And all things change them to the contrary.”

“For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.”

“She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!”

“Ay me! sad hours seem long.”

“What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart”

“Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with its sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the full bosom of all perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart.”

“I weave the shoes of Sorrow:Soundless shall be the footfall lightIn all men's ears of Sorrow,Sudden and light.”

“Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye.”

“Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.”

“When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.”

“Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn,Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight,Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.”

“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!”

“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.”

“We do not live an equal life, but one of contrasts and patchwork; now a little joy, then a sorrow, now a sin, then a generous or brave action.”

“Youth, even in its sorrows, always has a brilliancy of its own.”

“The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight.”

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

“Avoid excessive merriment. A mind in that state never becomes calm; it becomes fickle. Excessive merriment will always be followed by sorrow. Tears and laughter are near kin. People so often run from one extreme to the other.”

“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.”

“The light has gone out of my life.”

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

“Through the senses, anger comes, and sorrow comes.”

“I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, 'It tastes sweet, does it not?' 'You've caught me,' grief answered, 'and you've ruined my business. How can I sell sorrow, when you know it's a blessing?”

“Sorrow makes us all children again.”

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