I can't think of any sorrow in the world that a hot bath wouldn't help, just a little bit.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

It's not that I want you to go, it's just that I don't want you to stay." - China Sorrows -

It is possible to evade a multitude of sorrows by the cultivation of an insignificant life.

Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

I've learned that from a war ignited by revenge, nothing can be born, but sorrow. - Aladdin

There are moments of mingled sorrow and tenderness, which hallow the caresses of affection.

Amidst sorrows, the only thing that enlivens us is optimistic faith. Never lose that faith.

There is no such thing as was - only is. If was existed, there would be no grief or sorrow.

It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness.

Only where there is sentient life can there be feelings of pleasure and pain, sorrow or joy.

There is so much beauty in autumn and so much wisdom; so much separation and so much sorrow!

The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.

You don't really care about the trials of tomorrow, rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow

Worry is discounting possible future sorrows so that the individual may have present misery.

There's an answer, if you reach into your soul, and the sorrow that you know will melt away.

I never know which is worse: the sorrow when you hit the bird or the shame when you miss it.

Many people misjudge the permanent effect of sorrow, and their capacity to live in the past.

Great sorrows have no leisure to complain: Least ills vent forth, great griefs within remain.

Bashfulness may sometimes exclude pleasure, but seldom opens any avenue to sorrow or remorse.

All a person does in a moment of suffering is to suffer. There is not room for anything else.

My sorrow is I used to read all the time and now, as a writer, I don't have the time to read.

I want to sit in my own sorrow, cry it out, talk to God, and say, 'Give me strength, wisdom.'

To me so deep a silence portends some dread event; a clamorous sorrow wastes itself in sound.

Life doesn't take itself seriously for long. Joy leaves an imprint even in the hardest sorrow.

It is the youth who must inherit the tribulation, the sorrow... that are the aftermath of war.

I found myself in a sea in which the waves of joy and sorrow were clashing against each other.

...two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, so far as the universe is concerned, unnecessary.

What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.

We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.

Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again, Sorrow breeds sorrow, on grief brings forth twain.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.

But coming to terms with one’s sorrow is one thing; sharing it with strangers is quite another.

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

Good fortune can take forever to get to you, but as it turns out, sorrow is as quick as a shot.

Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?

Ive always been able to transform happiness and pain and sorrow and tears into positive energy.

That sorrow which is the harbinger of joy is preferable to the joy which is followed by sorrow.

There seeps from heavily jowled or hawk-like foreign faces The guttural sorrow of the refugees.

That sorrow for sin that keeps the soul from looking towards the mercy seat is a sinful sorrow.

I've always been able to transform happiness and pain and sorrow and tears into positive energy.

What I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow So here's some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow.

Sorrow you can hold, however desolating, if nobody speaks to you. If they speak, you break down.

The blues is celebration, because when you take sorrow and turn it into music, you transform it.

May it make your sorrow Easier for you to bear Knowing there are others Who understand and care.

Our hearts must not only be broken with sorrow, but be broken from sin, to constitute repentance.

Imagine no more tears, no more sorrow, no more pain... and one day we will forever be with Jesus.

Each time we love,We turn a nearer and a broader markTo that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.

In the voice of mirth there may be excitement, but in the tones of mourning there is consolation.

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