We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.
People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.
Sorrow makes us all children again.
Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it.
Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey, a terrible journey. But, sorrow is at least an arriving.
Sorrow makes us all children again -
destroys all differences of intellect.
The wisest know nothing.
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
That sorrow which is the harbinger of joy is preferable to the joy which is followed by sorrow.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
There's a sorrow and pain in everyone's life, but every now and then there's a ray of light that melts the loneliness in your heart and brings comfort like hot soup and a soft bed.
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
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.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
It is those who make the least display of their sorrow who mourn the deepest.
Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine.
Sadness does not inhere in things; it does not reach us from the world and through mere contemplation of the world. It is a product of our own thought. We create it out of whole cloth.
The natural effect of sorrow over the dead is to refine and elevate the mind.
Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has lodged in my heart. As long as it stays I am ironic if it is pulled out I shall die.
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