Quotes
Quotes about Sorrow
Men die but sorrow never dies.
Where there is sorrow there is holy ground.
Whate'er there be of Sorrow
I'll put off till To-morrow,
And when To-morrow comes, why then
'T will be To-day and Joy again.
There is no sorrow like a love denied
Nor any joy like love that has its will.
If it were possible to heal sorrow by weeping and to raise the dead with tears, gold were less prized than grief.
That saying which I hear commonly repeated,--that time assuages sorrow.
Patience is a remedy for every sorrow.
Sing away sorrow, cast away care.
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array,--
Days of absence, I am weary:
She I love is far away.
Who never ate his bread in sorrow,
Who never spent the darksome hours
Weeping, and watching for the morrow,--
He knows ye not, ye gloomy Powers.
Bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.
The sorrows of death compassed me.
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
He that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
I have devoted my life ... to the production of objects designed to please, to enhance life, to allay sorrow
There is no greater sorrow than to recall a time of happiness in misery.
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
Every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
That sorrow which is the harbinger of joy is preferable to the joy which is followed by sorrow.
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.
If the secret sorrows of everyone could be read on their forehead, how many who now cause envy would suddenly become the objects of pity.
We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array,-- Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.
