Quotes About Sorrow

The birth, death, and resurrection of Jesus means that one day everything sad will come untrue.

The end for which we are created invites us to walk a road that is surely sown with a lot of thorns, but it is not sad; through even the sorrow, it is illuminated by joy.

I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.

I do believe that if you haven't learnt about sadness, you cannot appreciate happiness.

Nothing records the effects of a sad life so graphically as the human body.

Above all, in my anger, I was sad. Isn't that always the way, that at the heart of the fire is a frozen kernel of sorrow that the fire is trying -- valiantly, fruitlessly -- to eradicate.

As I've gotten older, I find I am able to be nourished more by sorrow and to distinguish it from depression.

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

With this first letter I sent fourteen watercolors, including Nostalgia of the Orient, Glorious Sunset at Sea, Distressed Stars on Earth, Deep Sorrow, Kingdom of Ferns, Abandoned Heart, and Rye and Rainbow.

Little children, never be disobedient to those who are wiser than you for disobedience was the beginning of all the miseries and sorrows of life.

Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.

Without her the sun of tomorrow will be merely a tin circle, and the sky, tin painted blue, and I myself.

A gilmpse into the depth of other people's misfortunes makes us cling to the hope that the suffering is measurable. There are more sorrowful sorrows, more despondent despondencies. When we recognize another's suffering, we cannot avoid confronting our own, from which we escape to the thought of measurability. Well, at least, we emphasize. Our capacity to console extends only to what we can do to console ourselves.

Sadness is a helpless garrison against the blindness of tragedy.

I wished, too, that life could be reset, but reset from when? From each point I could go to an earlier point: warning signs neglected, mistakes aggregated, but it was useless to do so, as I often ended up with the violent wish that I had never been born.

kUrApIkA iS nOw DrOwNinG iN An InDeScRiBaBlE emPtInEsS...

The thread of human hope is spun with the flax of sorrow.

The house of laughter makes a house of woe.

Yet man, fool man! here buries all his thoughts; Inters celestial hopes without one sigh. Prisoner of earth, and pent beneath the moon, Here pinions all his wishes.

A tender smile, our sorrows' only balm.

Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

She did not know it, but she was actually in despair at the poverty of human emotions. Was it not irrational that there was nothing to do except weep when ten people died, just as one wept for but a single person?