Quotes About Sorrow

It seems it has been my fate to sadden those I should have made happy.

Men's wretchedness in soothe I so deplore, Not even I would plague the sorry creatures more.

Ayr?ca yüre?imi de?il, akl?m? ve yeteneklerimi be?eniyor, oysa her ?eyin kayna?? yürektir: tüm gücün, tüm mutlulu?un, tüm kederin. Ah, benim bildiklerimi herkes bilebilir - ama yüre?imdir yaln?zca bana ait olan.

Often do I strive to allay the burning fever of my blood; and you have never witnessed anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as my heart. But need I confess this to you, my dear friend, who have so often endured the anguish of witnessing my sudden transitions from sorrow to immoderate joy, and from sweet melancholy to violent passions? I treat my poor heart like a sick child, and gratify its every fancy. Do not mention this again: there are people who would censure me for it.

Life and death have been lacking in my life.

That is perhaps what we seek throughout life, that and nothing more, the greatest possible sorrow so as to become fully ourselves before dying.

Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.

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

With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable.

When you were born the world was smiling, and you cry, because living a life so that you are dying smiled, cried and the world.

Sometimes sorrow, sometimes joy. But beneath it all remember the innate perfection of your life unfolding. That is the secret of unreasonable happiness.

Life has never been easy. Nor is it meant to be. It is a matter of being joyous in the face of sorrow.

We don't live in the Garden. We live far from Eden. Every life is full of heartaches. Every life, frankly, is unspeakably sad.

Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new; One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.

Oh Death where is thy sting! It has none. But life has.

No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand.

Happiness or sorrow- whatever befalls you, walk on untouched, unattached.

Trouble comes to us all in this life: we set our hearts on things which it isn't God's will for us to have, and then we go sorrowing.

The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife, That she, whom all my life I'd loved, should be another's wife.

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.

Quand notre coeur a fait une fois sa vendange, Vivre est un mal. Once our heart has been harvested once, Life becomes miserable.

The loss of life will be irreplaceable.

Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it.

Alas!-but why Alas? It is the lot of mortality we experience.