My pain builds like storm clouds―massive, dark, and heavy with teardrops. Moisture falls torrential as if my world is a violent, eternal downpour; however, at long last the source runs dry and the bitter storm...

so much is happening now; you must be patient like someone who is sick, and confident like someone who is recovering; for perhaps you are both. And more: you are also the doctor, who has...

It sounded old. Deserve. Old and tired and beaten to death. Deserve. Now it seemed to him that he was always saying or thinking that he didn’t deserve some bad luck, or some bad treatment...

What a tale he’s told, what a bitter bowl of war he’s drunk to the dregs.

Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor?Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest.Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,...

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

Dreams and Happiness are…drugs. And the pain that follows is not less than a sharp knife…or a sharp-nail. It bleeds without blood. You just feel it. With every sense you have got, on every single...

On the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life,We told each other secretly in the quiet midnight worldThat we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one,And...

So long as there is death there will be sorrow, and so long as there is sorrow it can be no part of the duty of human beings to increase its amount, in spite of...

All is vanity.” ALL. This wilful world hath not got hold of unchristian Solomon’s wisdom yet.

Mankind, in all his lusts, punishes himself. The gods have to do very little.

But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well—for your own son’s death. Never again will you embrace him stiding home. My spirit rebels—I’ve lost the will to live,...

I still remember our first meeting, when Albers brought him to my house. On the little carriage which carried him from the station, and which was hardly built with such loads in mind, sat a...

We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost.

Hard by the church stood the public house; so often the two are closely conjoined, honorably sharing both joys and sorrows.

Be happy but when sad times come, know that God allow these time for self-realisation.

Visitors offering their condolences, thinking to comfort me, said “Life goes on.” What nonsense, I thought, of course it doesn’t. It’s death that goes on; Ian is dead now and will be dead tomorrow and...

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...

Do whatever you do joyfully, because discipline – the true meaning of the word – is characterized by doing something with joy. Even the little things: see them as an opportunity, a blessing, a meditation,...

Like young fern shootsmy child’s fingers curled.I did not expect,in the fifth month, frost.

The first step to the knowledge of the wonder and mystery of life is the recognition of the monstrous nature of the earthly human realm as well as its glory, the realization that this is...

I mean talk. Never forget that God is your friend. And like all friends, He longs to hear what’s been happening in your life. Good or bad, whether it’s been full of sorrow or anger,...

The end came as dusk fell on a gloomy winter day of cold rain.

Bitterness and resentment are a bottomless well. They can only be healed by the phenomenon of someone else’s sorrow rising to your level of pain… it never happens – save yourself endless hurt.

I don’t think she’s ever coming back.

Trust can be broken in just a few seconds, but it takes years to heal

Because life is a symphony it must have its C Minor. Days there be when we hear only a discord of sharps and flats, and we wonder whether harmony will ever be restored. On other...

They say an unhappy man wants distractions-something to take him out of himself. Only as a dog-tired man wants an extra blanket on a cold night; he’d rather lie there shivering than get up and...

I wish to weepbut sorrow isstupid.I wish to believebut belief is agraveyard.

Only tears can understand the joy of sorrow.

Stay away from any minute of joy that can bring you a lifetime of sorrow.

The branches of the trees looked as if they were holding hands and bowing their heads in prayer.

lessen as time passes,” but it isn’t true. Sorrow and loss are constant, but if we all had to go through our whole lives carrying them the whole time, we wouldn’t be able to stand...

…to return to their ‘native soil,’ as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and...

Women eat ice-cream, men toast marshmallows.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.

A grief travels with us as far as we carry it.

. . .the sorrows of the heart yearn to be erased, for one final atonementfinite and forgetting and whole—but time in its preservingwill not permit forgetting; destroyingonly when we can no longer begor argue with...

What was it like to lose him?” Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:It was like hearing every goodbye ever said tome— said all at once.

They sat quietly together for a few minutes, Joe holding Fiona’s hand, Fiona sniffling. No flowery words, no platitudes passed between them. Joe would have done anything to ease her suffering, but he knew nothing...

You’re gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

My wails of sorroware tormenting my soul

I wanted to cry, but the tears did not come.

Then one morning she’d begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn’t remember...

True sorrow is as rare as true love.

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

Get the hell off your ass, stop feeling sorry for yourself. Walk down the hall with that Physical Therapist so you can get on with your life!” A little anger in a person can push...

There are many backstabbing friends who in your hard time will ignore you, without to ask something from them. You just are filled with sadness and they don’t confide in you anymore. The downside of...

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before–more sorry, more...

We were talking the other evening about the phrases one uses when trying to comfort someone who is in distress. I told him that in English we sometimes say, ‘I’ve been there.’ This was unclear...