Quotes About Sorrow

While therefore your tears flow, let a due proportion be tears of joy. Yet take the bitter cup with both hands and sit down to your repast. You will soon learn a secret: that there is sweetness at the bottom.

A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine; our life has a sister ship, following quietly another route. While the sun blazes behind the islands.

My father died in my arms. That's tumult. That's everything exploding.

The dew of compassion is a tear.

He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.

Every day is a new sense of tearing my heart out of my body again when I see other children who have been killed, and I know what their families are going through.

Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.

Tears are the noble language of the eye.

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

Pearls mean tears.

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

Tears are the natural penalties of pleasure. It is a law that we should pay for all that we enjoy.

In art there are tears that lie too deep for thought.

I defy anyone to finish Halldor Laxness's 'Independent People' without wetting the pages with tears.

It is proper to ask for sorrow with Christ in sorrow, anguish with Christ in anguish, tears and deep grief because of the great affliction Christ endures for me.

But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.

Every time I get a lot of money, I cry, and I got a lot of tears left.

Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.

It seldom happens that any felicity comes so pure as not to be tempered and allayed by some mixture of sorrow.

The only reason we go to temples is in the belief that God will solve all our sorrows in life.

Drunkenness is temporary suicide.

Oh stay awhile. sad, sagging flesh and bones gone brittle. Stay in place, aged face, teeth, don't go. Inside and out the flaccid change of bodily parts, mechanics of action, mind's collapsing habits, all echo here in mottled skin, blurred eye, reiterated mumble. Lift to the vacant air some sigh, some sign I'm still inside.

Dying is hardest on the living.

Looking into your child's eyes, knowing you would never again see in them the glint of life, was the harshest kind of reality, and there wasn't a faith in the world that could ease that pain.