Sorrow Quotes - Page 27

Half the sorrows of women would be averted if they could repress the speech they know to be useless-nay, the speech they have resolved not to utter.

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.

Surely it is not true blessedness to be free of sorrow while there is sorrow and sin in the world. Sorrow is a part of love and love does not seek to throw it off.

Trouble comes to us all in this life: we set our hearts on things which it isn't God's will for us to have, and then we go sorrowing.

To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young, it is despair.

The depth of my sorrow is the height of my joy.

Joyously participate in the sorrows of others.

If desires are not uprooted, sorrows grow again in you.

All things that are born must die. Work hard for your own freedom from sorrow.

Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow / No tomorrow, no tomorrow.

With strength to meet sorrow, and faith to endure

I sorrow that all fair things must decay.

There are as many forms of happiness as sorrow, though most prove fleeting.

A father is the one friend upon whom we can always rely. In the hour of need, when all else fails, we remember him upon whose knees we sat when children, and who soothed our sorrows; and even though he may be unable to assist us, his mere presence serves to comfort and strengthen us.

Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?... I don't know the answer, I know only that I can't.

Earth may embitter, not remove, The love divinely given; And e'en that mortal grief shall prove The immortality of love, And lead us nearer heaven.

Interpretation is the evidence of growth and knowledge, the latter through sorrow ? that great teacher.

Impatience dries the blood sooner than age or sorrow.

It is the veiled angel of sorrow who plucks away one thing and another that bound us here in ease and security, and, in the vanishing of these dear objects, indicates the true home of our affections and our peace.

Christianity has made martyrdom sublime, and sorrow triumphant.

Life has never been easy. Nor is it meant to be. It is a matter of being joyous in the face of sorrow.

If we never felt sorrow, we'd never recognize bliss.

Nothing endears so much a friend as sorrow for his death. The pleasure of his company has not so powerful an influence.

Death is the funeral of all our sorrows.

I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas, how many yearning thoughts, what great desire, have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?