Quotes About Sorrow

For myself I like to take my sorrow into the shadow of old monasteries, my guilt into cloisters and under tapestries, and into the misericordes of unimaginable cantinas where sad-faced potters and legless beggars drink at dawn…

the fair had completely altered for him. The merry grinding of the roller skates, the cheerful if ironic music, the cries of the little children on their goose-necked steeds, the procession of queer pictures—all this had suddenly become transcendentally awful and tragic, distant, transmuted, as it were some final impression on the senses of what the earth was like, carried over into an obscure region of death, a gathering thunder of immedicable sorrow.

Present tears water the gardens of future blessings.

Today's tears sweep the road to tomorrow's blessings.

The graceful wings of a dove lead to the endless imagination in a dream wings of pain.

When you are innocently covered by sorrow, It shall be turned into joy.

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow. It empties today of its strength.

In sorrow and suffering, go straight to God with confidence, and you will be strengthened, enlightened and instructed.

Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

The world has no sympathy with any but positive griefs. It will pity you for what you lose; never for what you lack

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

All my life I still have found, and I will forget it never; Every sorrow hath its bound, and no cross endures forever.

Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.

We understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love.

Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.

For grief is crowned with consolation.

The sympathy of sorrow is stronger than the sympathy of prosperity.

To Remember Is Painful, To Forget Is Impossible.

Accept these grateful tears...For thee they flow, for thee... That ever felt another's woe.

When griefs are genuine, I find, there is nothing more vacuous, more burdensome, or even more impertinent, than letters of consolation.

Do you remember your first real teacher? Your first real teacher is your first sorrow, your first crying!