Quotes About Sorrow

They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man's.

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

That mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true--not true, or undeveloped.

The memory of man is as old as misfortune

Men cry because things are not what they ought to be.

Sorrow shatters my heart; And men distress it with blame, Because it follows love.

Joy and grief decide character. What exalts prosperity? what imbitters grief? what leaves us indifferent? what interests us? As the interest of man, so his God - as his God, so he.

The man who has learned to triumph over sorrow wears his miseries as though they were sacred fillets upon his brow; and nothing is so entirely admirable as a man bravely wretched.

The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.

Those who are held Wise among men and who search the reasons of things, are those who bring the most sorrow on themselves.

When the black and mortal blood of man has fallen to the ground ... who then can sing spells to call it back again?

even though disease and sorrow are all about us, health and happiness are the normal state of man.

He thanked her and left the house in the mood of a shipwrecked man who has allowed the rescue ship to pass him by.

Poor Congo, barefoot bride of men who took her jewels and promised the Kingdom.

Slowly, without taking his eyes from hers, the man in the black coat knelt before her. "I have come for the girl in the window," he said, and his eyes filled with tears

Tragedy looks to me like man in love with his own defeat. Which is only a sloppy way of being in love with yourself.

What good can come from meeting death with tears? If a man Is sorry for himself, he doubles death.

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

And when a beest is deed, he hath no peyne; But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne.

Old age is the supreme evil, for it deprives man of all pleasures while allowing his appetites to remain, and it brings with it every possible sorrow. Yet men fear death and desire old age.

Youth, ah, Youth! all men's desire and sorrow.

Even the eternal skies weep, I thought; is there any shame then, that mortal man should spend himself in tears?

The only men I love are dead.

The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there