Quotes About Sorrow

Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

It is sad to be an exception. But not to be one is even sadder.

Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of our sad mistakes.

But probably my favorite music, believe it or not, is sad music.

In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.

Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone!

A merry heart goes all the way, - A sad one tires inan hour.

What greater pain could mortals have than this: To see their children dead before their eyes?

Grief embraced him and welcomed him back, showering tears upon his arrival.

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

I have met with many of the great parents who lost their children to sanctuary cities and open borders. So many people, so many, many people. So sad.

Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

Our cure, to be no more; sad cure!

Man's feeble race what ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!

Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.

It must be sad to outlive aught we love.

What do you know about being sad?' 'I know you don't need a reason.

It was very sad, he thought. The things men carried inside. The things men did or felt they had to do.

My rest might have been blissful enough, only a sad heart broke it.

I saw sorrow turning into clarity.

A man's sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep.

What is life? The joy of the blessed, the sorrow of the sad, and a search for death. And what is death? An inevitable happening, an uncertain pilgrimage, the tears of the living, the thief of man.