If only sorrow could bring hope, I’d learn to live again

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

Was then not all sorrow in time, all self-torment and fear in time? Were not all difficulties and evil in the world conquered as soon as one conquered time, as soon as one dispelled time?

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no...

Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.

Divorce is the second worst event in a person’s life. The worst event, of course, is marriage.

Pain is like love; indescribable

It’s a world of sorrow, Oddie, because we make it so.

A pedant who beheld Solon weeping for the death of a son said to him, ‘Why do you weep thus, if weeping avails nothing?’ And the sage answered him, ‘Precisely for that reason—because it does...

Sometimes the sound of silence is the most deafening sound of all.

And in myself, too, many things have perished which, I imagined, would last for ever, and new structures have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not...

The mighty Mahmúd, Allah-breathing Lord,That all the misbelieving and black HordeOf Fears and Sorrows that infest the SoulScatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.

I wanted to share the risks the digger in Afghanistan took every day. Whenever I could I joined patrols ‘outside the wire’, walking the same dusty tracks and fields as the ordinary soldiers. I did...

The kindness sent from one compassionate soul to another during the time of loss of one held so dear allows the sorrow-filled heart to open wide, filling the space of emptiness that grief may have...

Drink my friends. You can never drink too much alcohol when you have drunk too much sorrow.” – Peter Kotara.

Contrary to what a lot of people believe (or hope), comfort doesn’t take the pain away. Comfort slides in beside the pain, pulling up a chair so that we have something more than sorrow in...

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

We loved—and were fated to sorrow. But from our striving and from our sorrow we fashioned The Oldest Story in the World.

Often people that settle in life are those that only do what they can with what they have and where they are. Never settle for someone that didn’t know your worth from the beginning, or...

I sometimes wish I could spontaneously combust. Burn until nothing but ash is left, to be washed away by the wind and the rain.

The sorrow of God lies in our fear of Him, our fear of life, and our fear of ourselves. He anguishes over our self-absorption and self-sufficiency… God’s sorrow lies in our refusal to approach Him...

No end to sorrow, caused by the same endless fears.

Someday, beyond the clouds and all the world’s wrongs, there will be love, compassion and justice, and we shall all understand.

Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea

Past tears are present strength.

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...

And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be

It’s funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters.

Nay, sorrow is the greater.”But I say unto you, they are inseparable.Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Give sustenance, Allah.Give sustenance to me.

Naturalists tell of a noble race of horses that instinctively open a vein with their teeth, when heated and exhausted by a long course, in order to breathe more freely. I am often tempted to...

Pains are not to be relievedSorrows are not to fade awaya slight change in the visionmay bring a new experience

To laugh continually is to never laugh at all. For it takes the periodic sound of sorrow from which to distinguish the sound of joy.

yes” and accepting both tendencies and including whatever aspect that happens in the moment, we meet our unlimited and boundless inner being. The inner man and woman need to find their own independence and integrity.

You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.

Life turns to be colorless when people you trust the most ignore in times of sorrow.

You may marry Miss Grey for her fifteen pounds but you will always be my Willoughby. My nightmare. My sorrow. My past. My mistake. My regret. My love.

No one likes a person that “should of” all over the place.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

If you can’t stay true to your marital vows, you can’t hook up to fulfilment of your marital destiny

I watch my loved ones weep with sorrow, death’s silent torment of no tomorrow. I feel their hearts breaking, I sense their despair, United in misery, the grief that they share. How do I show...

Though the face before me was that of a young woman of certainly not more than thirty years, in perfect health and the first flush of ripened beauty, yet it bore stamped upon it a...

exile is strangely compelling to think about but terrible to experience. It is the unhealable rift forced between a human being and a native place, between the self and its true home: its essential sadness...

Nanak dukhiya sab sansaar!This whole world is ridden with Sorrow.Stop comparing as we all have a fucked up life, family and job! No matter what others show and potray! ;)”Jhaak ke dekhoge (I mean kareeb...

My life is but a weavingBetween my God and me.I cannot choose the colorsHe weaveth steadily.Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;And I in foolish prideForget He sees the upperAnd I the underside.Not ’til the loom is...

The harmonica has musical wind, and is the breath of soul. It’s like a sad, lonely I love you lost in the breeze.

I look back at the glimpse of light in the center of Magdalene, near her heart, and remember the beauty to be found even in sorrow–beauty as a result of transformation, an admission of weakness,...

I hadn’t understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy,why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why.Without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my pastwas my life.

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.