“More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Polonius, Hamlet.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Sorrow makes us all children again.’ Ralph Waldo Emerson said that.” — Leonard Pitts Jr Copy Share Image
I maintain that all sorrow comes from love of those things of which loss deprives me. — Meister Eckhart Copy Share Image
...two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, so far as the universe is concerned, unnecessary. — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Your lost Joseph will return to Canaan, do not grieve. This house of sorrows will become a garden, do not grieve.” — Hafiz Copy Share Image
The main of life is composed of small incidents and petty occurrences; of wishes for objects not remote, and grief for disappointments… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
“You endure what is supposedly unbearable, and before you know it, you would have done the impossible by bearing the unbearable.” — Donovan Copy Share Image
“Eifersucht ist eine Leidenschaft, Die mit Eifer sucht, was Leiden schafft. (Jealousy is a grievous passion that jealously seeks what causes grief.)” — Franz Grillparzer Copy Share Image
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, - Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is… — Jean-Jacques Rousseau Copy Share Image
“The Uses Of Sorrow (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
When we touch the center of sorrow, when we sit with discomfort without trying to fix it, when we stay present to… — Pema Chodron Copy Share Image
In a restaurant one is both observed and unobserved. Joy and sorrow can be displayed and observed "unwittingly," the writer scowling naively… — David Mamet Copy Share Image
To grieve at any loss, be it of friend or property, weakens mind and body. It is no help to the friend… — Prentice Mulford Copy Share Image
I've discovered over the years that the simplest explanation is almost always the right one; and that hunger of one kind or… — Claire Messud Copy Share Image
..but maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things I refused to accept were gone forever.… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
When it comes to women, our perfectionism gives us a lot of grief. Women want to be super moms, super partners and… — Kristina Schroder Copy Share Image
When John Coltrane passed, we were in the church for the memorial. Albert Ayler came walking in playing, real out there. He… — Wayne Shorter Copy Share Image
“There are the stubborn stumps of shame, grief that remains unsolvable after all the years, a bag of stones that goes with… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“You don't have to tell me you're fine. I'm not fine. You're not fine either. We can be honest with each other… — Dawn O'Porter Copy Share Image
“And yet from thought of death, my friends, I shrink; I want to live - to suffer and to think, To taste… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I've been moving a little to the music while I worked ...and then I realize I am actually dancing. It feels wonderful,… — Mark Doty Copy Share Image
“The Dark Night of the Soul is not merely “having a bad day” or even week. The Dark Night is a long,… — Aletheia Luna Copy Share Image
“God spoke through the prophet Isaiah and said in Isaiah 54:4-10 (NLT) 4 “Fear not; you will no longer live in shame.… — The Prophet Isaiah Copy Share Image
“Watching someone you love… die? There are no words for how broken that makes a person. It’s like waking up from a… — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
“She must always remember that: love ebbed and flowed, now rich and shining, now shabby and disconsolate. One must survive the bad… — Irving Stone Copy Share Image
“You mean to tell me you're mourning the loss of someone who never existed?” — Taylor Nadeau Copy Share Image
Show me a person who hasn´t known any sorrow and I´ll show you a superficial. — Tennessee Williams Copy Share Image
Shes ah heartbreaker yeah, I thought she was mine guess I was blind. — Julian Marley Copy Share Image
