Quotes About Sorrow

I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

A propensity to hope and joy is real riches; one to fear and sorrow real poverty.

Our triumph over sorrow is not that we can avoid it but that we can endure it. And therein lies our hope; that in spirit we might become bigger than the problems we face.

Sorrow, anger and resentment look back, worry looks around, while faith, hope, and optimism look to the future.

The rhythm persisted, the unfaltering common meter of blues, but the blueness itself, the sorrow, the despair, began to give way to hope.

I hope and hoping feeds my pain I weep and weeping feeds my failing heart I laugh but the laughter does not pass within I burn but the burning makes no mark outside.

Something was dead in each of us, and what was dead was hope

Despair is vinegar from the wine of hope.

The heart bowed down by weight of woe to weakest hope will cling.

Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.

Christians rejoice even while they truly sorrow - because their rejoicing is in the hope of heaven... While joy overcomes sorrow, it does not put an end to it.

Real sorrow is incompatible with hope. No matter how great that sorrow may be, hope raises it one hundred cubits higher.

How many times must hope die before tears were too deep to bear?

If the heart sorrows over physical loss, the spirit rejoices over hope of understanding.

I cross the place where my heart used to be and hope to be even deader than I am now.

Loss reshapes us and teaches us to fill ourselves with something new. If we resist, we feel as you do. Hollow. Empty.

It felt as if she were bleeding - but it wasn't blood that leaked out of her, not something that could be easily transfused. Instead she was losing her dreams.

The sorrow, grief, and rage you feel is a measure of your humanity and your evolutionary maturity. As your heart breaks open there will be room for the world to heal.

I laughed when I read about being born with two hearts, one of which is devoted only to destroying humanity.

About a month before he died, my grandfather, we covered his back full of lard - after that he went downhill very quickly.

The source of all humor is not laughter, but sorrow.

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now.

The secret source of humor is not joy but sorrow.

Humor and paradox are often the only ways to respond to life's sorrow with grace.