Quotes About Sorrow

I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all!

Love's whispers drown out sorrow's echoes.

Tears of joy are lighter than smiles of sorrow.

Tears of joy are better than smiles of sorrow.

I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots.

No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.

There was no sorrow till the devil pumped it up," as we say in Russian.

It is not the absence of sin but the grieving over it which distinguishes the child of God from empty professors.

we see life as deeply in our pleasures as in our pains.

For them, and for Homer, impermanence is life's central sorrow and the source of its most lasting pain.

Love, Jamie P.S. I can't believe you're dying. Please don't die.

I ran over without a word, cradled PLT tenderly in my arms and carried her upstairs. Placing her on my own bed, I wrapped my mortally wounded pet in my best school scarf and lay down next to her. It was a night of grief I have never forgotten.

Your body is a blade sharpened by tears

I ached and ached, but I didn't know what aching was, so I thought it was love. I wrote her I loved her. I wrote her to love me back. I wrote her I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was sorry for. But I felt it in the swell of my belly, full of apples and regret. Deep and primal. The first feeling I ever learned to name.

Giacomina had taught her daughter that you must dig constantly for meaning in the sorrow of this life, and that this sorrow must galvanize you, not define you.

you must dig constantly for meaning in the sorrow of this life, and that this sorrow must galvanize you, not define you.

joy and sorrow, when they are both lived in God, signify fruitfulness for the apostolate.

The Lord does not simply wipe out their sorrow. He respects it; indeed, he welcomes it.

Your speech is pompous sounding, full of pride, as fits the lackey of the Gods. You are young and young your rule and you think the tower in which you live is free from sorrow: from it have I not seen two tyrants thrown? The third, who now is king, I shall yet live to see him fall, of all three most suddenly, most dishonored. Do you think I will crouch before your Gods, -so new-and tremble? I am far from that.

In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain

For many men value appearances more than reality—thus they violate what's right. Everyone's prepared to sigh over some suffering man, though no sorrow really eats their hearts, or they can pretend to join another person's happiness forcing their faces into smiling masks. But a good man discerns true character— he's not fooled by eyes feigning loyalty, favouring him with watered-down respect.

For Ares, lord of strife, Who doth the swaying scales of battle hold, War's money-changer, giving dust for gold, Sends back, to hearts that held them dear, Scant ash of warriors, wept with many a tear, Light to the hand, but heavy to the soul; Yea, fills the light urn full With what survived the flame— Death's dusty measure of a hero's frame!

Sorrow with me, Sorrowful one! Tell me, whose voice proclaims Things true and sad, Naming by all their old, unhappy names, What drove me mad--

You are young and young your rule and you think that the tower in which you live is free from sorrow: from it have I not seen two tyrants thrown? The third, who now is king, I shall yet live to see him fall, of all three most suddenly, most dishonored.