Sorrow Quotes - Page 44

Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,And therefore let 's be merry.

Life is not a song, sweetling. Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.

Today there were fear, hatred, and pain, but no dignity of emotion, no deep or complex sorrows.

He that lives not well one yeare, sorrowes seven after. [He that lives not well one year sorrows seven years after.]

Sorrow was all my soul; I scarce believed, Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived.

Learn weeping, and thou shalt laugh gaining.

Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.

It so often happens that others are measuring us by our past self while we are looking back on that self with a mixture of disgust and sorrow.

The sublime delight of truthful speech to one who has the great gift of uttering it, will make itself felt even through the pangs of sorrow.

There is no sorrow I have thought more about than that-to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.

I say things that can be defined as prayers. But I don't pray to a power or ask an entity to intercede in the earthly scheme, because I don't believe that happens. But if I see a really unfortunate person in the street, I do pray, yes, though I suppose it's really more like a mantra to ease my own sorrow.

Great happiness, and mingled therefor with bitter sorrow. It is not by enthusiasm but by tactics that we defeat a foe.

Here is a commandment for you: seek happiness in sorrow. Work, work tirelessly.

Sorrows must die with the joys they outnumber.

Sorrow is brief but joy is endless

Courage, ne'er by sorrow broken! Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken! Truth alike to friend and foe!

Anything but enlightenment is pure pain; it is the lack of enlightenment. There are joys, of course, and they should be enjoyed. There are sorrows, and they should be passed over briefly.

You must reach inside yourselves where I live like a story, not old, not young laughing at my own sorrow, weeping pearls at weddings, wielding a torch to melt sand into something clear and bright.

Labor is rest from the sorrows that greet us; from all the petty vexations that meet us; from the sin-promptings that assail us; from the world-sirens that lure us to ill

You were a stranger to sorrow: therefore Fate has cursed you.

There is nothing you can do except try to write it the way that it was. So you must write each day better than you possibly can and use the sorrow that you have now to make you know how the early sorrow came. And you must always remember the things you believed because if you know them they will be there in the writing and you won’t betray them. The writing is the only progress you make.

I just can't sit back and wallow, In my own sorrow, but I know one fact: I'll be one tough act to follow.

Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall—the blind belief in fate, the whole "things happening for a reason" drill.

To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.