Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Tell me you won't go, tell me you'll stay forever, tell me you love me.” — C.J. Archer Copy Share Image
Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace. — Aberjhani Copy Share Image
Love's pleasure lasts but a moment; love's sorrow lasts all through life. — Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian Copy Share Image
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Lord, I am a surgeon and music is my knife. It cuts away my sorrow and purifies my life. — Paul Simon Copy Share Image
Some day when I lose you, will you still be able to sleep, without me to whisper over you like a crown… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Trouble comes to us all in this life: we set our hearts on things which it isn't God's will for us to… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Never allow your own sorrow to absorb you, but seek out another to console, and you will find consolation. — J. C. Macaulay Copy Share Image
There is a graveyard in my poor heart - dark, heaped-up graves, from which no flowers spring. — Adah Isaacs Menken Copy Share Image
“And in its shade our woes will fall Pain and suffering, sorrow and all They’ll fall like glistening diamond drops You see,… — Heather Burch Copy Share Image
He that seeks here any other thing but simply God and the salvation of his soul, will find nothing but trouble and… — Thomas a Kempis Copy Share Image
There is this difference between the grief of youth and that of old age; youth's burden is lightened by as much of… — O. Henry Copy Share Image
If our hearts are ready for anything, we can open to our inevitable losses, and to the depths of our sorrow. We… — Tara Brach Copy Share Image
The enduring realization that when a great challenge comes, the most ordinary people can show that they value something more than they… — Bruce Catton Copy Share Image
Into every life there come the painful, despairing days of adversity and buffeting. There seems to be a full measure of anguish,… — James E. Faust Copy Share Image
He looked at her an instant, for the effect of the graceful girlish figure with pale, passionate face and dark eyes full… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Think about it. The selfsame well from which your laughter now rises was once filled with your tears. How else can it… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
The Christian religion and morality extols the glory of the Hereafter, and therefore remains indifferent to the horrors of the earth. Indeed,… — Emma Goldman Copy Share Image
Man may be doomed to loss, sorrow, and desolation, but if he tries his strength and will, however briefly, upon the indifferent… — Jim Perrin Copy Share Image
From this experience, I understood the danger of focusing only on what isn't there. What if I came to the end of… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
Every truth ever discovered -- each new light that will ever burn bright -- already exists in our consciousness. All we will… — Guy Finley Copy Share Image
“But depression wasn't the word. This was a plunge encompassing sorrow and revulsion far beyond the personal: a sick, drenching nausea at… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for? When… — Eminem Copy Share Image
“There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“The great scene of grief, in which the wild infant bore a part, had developed all her sympathies; and as her tears… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
If you investigate the matter deeply enough and widely enough, you will find that happiness eludes nearly all men despite the fact… — Paul Brunton Copy Share Image
Love rejoices in good wherever it finds it; envy is pained by good, and the sight of the happiness of others hurts… — Lawrence G. Lovasik Copy Share Image
There is no sorrow like a love denied. Nor any joy like love that has its will. — Richard Hovey Copy Share Image
