Most popular sorrow quotes
Grief is so selfish.
Great sorrows are silent.
Grief makes one hour ten.
Patch grief with proverbs.
Grief is itself a medicine.
Grief is itself a med'cine.
Grief is a circular staircase.
Two in distress make sorrow less.
The light has gone out of my life.
Grief is the price we pay for Love.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
Man sheds grief as his skin sheds rain.
Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy.
Nothing lasts. Not even a great sorrow.
Where there is sorrow there is holy ground.
Night is the blotting paper for many sorrows.
Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.
The deeper the sorrow, the less tongue it has.
Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.
Every one can master a grief but he that has it.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
When we grieve, tears and guilt get mixed together.
I feel like grief is an illness I can't recover from.
Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.
Grief is not in the nature of things, but an opinion.
Good night. Good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
Shared joy is double joy and shared sorrow is half-sorrow.
Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow.
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
There is no aristocracy of grief. Grief is a great leveler.
Sorrow has its reward. It never leaves us where it found us.
It is not always sorrow that opens the fountains of the eyes.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.
Grief is the price Love pays for being in the same world with Death.
There is something pleasurable in calm remembrance of a past sorrow.
If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.
The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course.
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Grief and greed are as inextricably entwined as love and marriage should be.
There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.
Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone, his own burden, his own way.
Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of Grief the blunder of a life.
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story or tell a story about them.
Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons.
It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.
No one can ever state the exact measure of his needs, nor his ideas nor his sorrows.
Life would not be life if a sorrow were sad, and a joy merry, from beginning to end.
A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.
Oh, well it has been said, that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead; excessive grief the enemy to the living.
Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
Since every death diminishes us a little, we grieve—not so much for the death as for ourselves.
Day doth daily draw my sorrow's longer, And night doth nightly make grief's length seem longer.
Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.
Easy-crying widows take new husbands soonest; there is nothing like wet weather for transplanting.
Grief. The state of mind brought about when love, having lost to death, learns to breathe beside it.
Grief doesn't necessarily make you noble. Sometimes it just makes you crazy, or primitive with fear.
Grief is no more necessary when we understand death than fear is necessary when we understand flying.
Grief drives men into habits of serious reflection, sharpens the understanding and softens the heart.
I am always grieved when a man of real talent dies, for the world needs such men more than heaven does.
A word to those of you who are trying to drown your sorrow. Please be aware that sorrow knows how to swim.
Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief. and not seek for kind relief?
Take this sorrow to thy heart, and make it a part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size.
There are some griefs so loud They could bring down the sky, And there are griefs so still None knows how deep they lie.
The finer the nature, and the higher the level at which it seeks to live, the lower in grief it not only sinks but dives.
Grief is, of all the passions, the one that is the most ingenious and indefatigable in finding food for its own subsistence.
I have always fought for ideas—unti I learned that it isn't ideas but grief, struggle, and flashes of vision which enlighten.
You cannot prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from building nests in your hair.
For certain is death for the born. And certain is birth for the dead. Therefore over the inevitable thou shouldst not grieve.
Grief can sometimes only be expressed in platitudes. We are original in our happy moments. Sorrow has only one voice, one cry.
The sorrowing are nomads, on a plain with few landmarks and no boundaries; sorrow's horizons are vague and its demands are few.
Believe me, every heart has his secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.
She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
Consider how much more you often suffer from your anger and grief, than from those very things for which you are angry and grieved.
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.
The pain of grief is just as much a part of life as the joy of love; it is, perhaps, the price we pay for love, the cost of commitment.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
Many people misjudge the permanent effect of sorrow, and their capacity to live in the past. And it is not a course to be wished for them.
Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert it only irritates. You must wait till grief be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.
I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands.
That was the way with grief: it left you alone for months together until you thought that you were cured, and then without warning it blotted out the sunlight.
In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares. The older have learned to ever expect it.
The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness—the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.
Bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love. It is not the truncation of the process, but one of its phases; not the interruption of the dance, but the next figure.
For there is no aristocracy in grief, no privilege of purple in the aches of the heart, and though certain blood may plume itself on its blueness, common salt is the scalding quality of all tears.
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound, we seek to heal—every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open—this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Quiet and sincere sympathy is often the most welcome and efficient consolation to the afflicted. Said a wise man to one in deep sorrow, 'I did not come to comfort you; God only can do that, but I did come to say how deeply and tenderly I feel for you in your affliction'.
Sorrow comes in great waves—no one can know that better than you—but it rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us it leaves us on the spot, and we know that if it is strong we are stronger, inasmuch as it passes and we remain. It wears us, uses us, but we wear it and use it in return; and it is blind, whereas we after a manner see.