quotations about sorrow
The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.
CORMAC MCCARTHY
All the Pretty Horses
In sorrow and in suffering are hidden the springs of a peace and a power that can be affected by no outward storms. It is a great thing, when one has grown strong through that trial which melts away the dross and proves the true gold; when, being driven to the handling of many expedients, he has been trained to detect all counterfeit comforts, and to discriminate between unsubstantial good and that which abides every test; when he has learned to dispense with all outward props, can let riches, honors, health drop away from him, and yet feel that all this does not touch his real life; while above these coils of uncertainty and mutation he lifts his naked personality erect in its own spiritual resources. Surely, prosperity has never generated such depths of power, such intrinsic and full consolation.
E. H. CHAPIN
Living Words
What an insidious drug memory can be. Especially the memory of unhappiness.
HORACE HOLLEY
His Luck
Sorrow's tearing down the house that happiness once built.
DOLLY PARTON
"Sorrow's Tearing Down the House"
No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.
HARUKI MURAKAMI
Norwegian Wood
He has great gain who loses sorrow.
URIEL ACOSTA
attributed, Day's Collacon
The burdens of life I'll take up now,
But never my heart will they stain.
If sorrows of earth fit me for heaven,
No reason have I to complain.
ARDELIA COTTON BARTON
"No Reason Have We to Complain"
Thou canst not tell how rich a dowry sorrow gives the soul, how firm a faith and eagle sight of God.
HENRY ALFORD
The School of the Heart
Some sorrows are but footprints in the snow, which the genial sun effaces, or, if it does not wholly efface, changes into dimples.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Table-Talk
Sorrow is the result of a shock, it is the temporary shaking up of a mind that has settled down, that has accepted the routine of life. Something happens in the event of death, the loss of a job, the questioning of a cherished belief -- and the mind is disturbed. But what does a disturbed mind do? It finds a way to be undisturbed again; it takes refuge in another belief, in a more secure job, in a new relationship. Again the wave of life comes along and shatters its safeguards, but the mind soon finds further defenses; and so it goes on.
JIDDU KRISHNAMURTI
"Recognise difference between intellect and intelligence", The New Indian Express, August 5, 2017
The echoes of my voice
Follow me down
The shadows I cast
Follow me down
Deeper I'm falling
Into the arms of sorrow
Blindly descending
Into the arms of sorrow
The demons of my own design
KILLSWITCH ENGAGE
"The Arms of Sorrow"
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
PHILIP JAMES BAILEY
Festus
I found more joy in sorrow
Than you could find in joy.
SARA TEASDALE
The Answer
Sing away sorrow, cast away care.
MIGUEL DE CERVANTES
Don Quixote
I know
If we touched
We'd lose
Our sorrow
SPAIN
"If We Kissed"
Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must take care of what has been given. Brush her hair, help her into her little coat, hold her hand, especially when crossing a street. For, think, what if you should lose her? Then you would be sorrow yourself; her drawn face, her sleeplessness would be yours. Take care, touch her forehead that she feel herself not so utterly alone.
MARY OLIVER
"Love Sorrow", Red Bird: Poems
When sorrow sleepeth, wake it not,
But let it slumber on.
M. A. STODART
Song
Wherever sorrow is, relief would be:
If you do sorrow at my grief in love,
By giving love, your sorrow and my grief were both extermin'd.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
As You Like It
Lord, have pity on me. My evil sorrows strive with my good joys; and on which side is the victory, I know not.
ST. AUGUSTINE
Confessions
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Macbeth