Sorrow Quotes and Quotations
What's gone and what's past help should be past grief.
About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters; How well they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along.
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.
One cannot weep for the entire world. It is beyond human strength. One must choose.
Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.
Sorrow makes us all children again.
There are some men above grief and some men below it.
Unhurt people are not much good in the world.
In extreme youth, in our most humiliating sorrow, we think we are alone. When we are older we find that others have suffered too.
The deeper the sorrow the less tongue it hath.
When sorrows come, they come not as single spies, But in battalions!
Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact.
What man is there that does not laboriously, though all unconsciously, himself fashion the sorrow that is to be the pivot of his life.
Only one-fourth of the sorrow in each man's life is caused by outside uncontrollable elements, the rest is self-imposed by failing to analyze and act with calmness.
There is something pleasurable in calm remembrance of a past sorrow.
The poor and the busy have no leisure for sentimental sorrow.
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert it only irritates.
No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.
Sorrow is a fruit; God does not allow it to grow on a branch that is too weak to bear it.
There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.
The busy have no time for tears.
I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But, oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me.
Every noble crown is, and on earth will ever be, a crown of thorns.
All sorrows are bearable, if there is bread.
Hang sorrow, care'll kill a cat.
To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me, and so kind.
Sorrows are like thunderclouds - in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.
The deeper the sorrow, the less tongue hath it.
Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed, Loving the storm that sways her - I found more joy in sorrow Than you could find in joy.
More in sorrow than in anger.
There can be no rainbow without a cloud and a storm.