Quotes About Sorrow

My homie lost his family and snapped, shot up half the block to bring them back.

I wanted to be at my sister's funeral, but my family has always had a complicated dynamic.

My grandmother died of natural causes. Or as my family calls it murdered by the lord.

I pity my brother Ferdinand, knowing by my own feelings how sad a thing it is to live apart from one's family.

Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!

One evening, after a particularly terrible row, the prince smashed his princess over the head with an old wooden clock and she tumbled to the floor, dead.

The greatest sorrow and burden you can lay on the Father, the greatest unkindness you can do to him is not to believe that he loves you.

If you have a sorrow that you cannot tell to anyone, you can go to our Father in Heaven.

I could only relate [to the family] that I, the father of three sons, could hardly imagine what it would be to lose one, far less three of my boys, in such a cruel and senseless manner.

[On her father:] ... in losing him I lost my greatest blessing and comfort, for he was always that to me.

The rich son waits for his father to die, the poor just drink and cry.

There is a burden of care in getting riches; fear in keeping them; temptation in using them; guilt in abusing them; sorrow in losing them; and a burden of account at last to be given concerning them.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy.

From craving arises sorrow, from craving arises fear, but he who is freed from craving has no sorrow and certainly no fear.

Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey, a terrible journey. But, sorrow is at least an arriving.

We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death; but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.

In grief we know the worst of what we feel But who can tell the end of what we fear?

But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich.

Pain and fear and hunger are effects of causes which can be foreseen and known: but sorrow is a debt which someone else makes for us.

Impatience turns an ague into a fever, a fever to the plague, fear into despair, anger into rage, loss into madness, and sorrow to amazement.

Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow.

Tears throw a veil over our faults and allow us to accuse fate without fear or contradiction.

Joy is at its keenest when contrasted with sorrow, courage at its height when it follows fear, faith at its noblest when it grows from doubt.