She was no longer that happy creature who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake and talked… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image
Misery is, by her own nature, a passing phase of sorrow, one that does not linger uninvited. Her sojourns seem to be… — Sarah Ban Breathnach Copy Share Image
[T]he truth is that fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
She freshens me up above a bit. Who'd ha thought that face - as bright and as strong as the angel I… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
When I wake, a piece of sharp green glass on the floor is cutting into my hand and I know it's a… — Ibi Kaslik Copy Share Image
The ending of sorrow is the beginning of wisdom. Knowledge is always within the shadow of ignorance. Meditation is freedom from thought… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
I hate everything that does not relate to literature, conversations bore me (even when they relate to literature), to visit people bores… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the same well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
“Heart, my heart, so battered with misfortune far beyond your strength, up, and face the men who hate us. Bare your chest… — Archilochus Copy Share Image
“A child's cry touches a father's heart, and our King is the Father of his people. If we can do no more… — Charles H. Spurgeon Copy Share Image
Perhaps the best function of parenthood is to teach the young creature to love with safety, so that it may be able… — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
I write about the power of trying, because I want to be okay with failing. I write about generosity because I battle… — Kristin Armstrong Copy Share Image
“that his current state of sorrow was not uniquely his, not at all, but, rather, its like had been felt, would yet… — George Saunders Copy Share Image
Past, n. That part of Eternity with some small fraction of which we have a slight and regrettable acquaintance. A moving line… — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
“It is not lies or a lack of loyalty that ends a relationship. It is the agonizing truth that one person feels… — Shannon L. Alder Copy Share Image
We know our neighbors - so far as we have the right to know them. We hear of their joys and their… — Laura E. Richards Copy Share Image
Christ is sufficient. We do not need "support groups" for each and every separate tribulation. The most widely divergent sorrows may all… — Elisabeth Elliot Copy Share Image
When all hopes of recognition or honor have faded into distant memory, when purity of heart meets sorrow of mind, when all… — Franz Schubert Copy Share Image
The word of God is the Christian soul's best weapon, and it is essential to have it with him always. In doubt… — Wilfred Grenfell Copy Share Image
But I think this: that whatever prices I've paid, whatever sorrows I shoulder, well, I have blessings, too. Not just my family… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“Forgetting! It is a form of suicide, a renunciation of the only good the we truly and ineluctably possess: the past. For… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
May God guide you on this path. May you understand that you are blessed children and you have a job to do.… — Harbhajan Singh Yogi Copy Share Image
I wrote what I did because as a woman, as a mother, I was oppressed and broken-hearted with the sorrows and injustice… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
“Ailis: Mother and Father wouldn't want us to be sad forever. Quinn: How long is enough? Ailis: Maybe it's when you can't… — Tess Hilmo Copy Share Image
Great suffering brings with it the power of great endurance. When sorrow is deepest all the forces of patience and courage are… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
There was a point that I stopped crying. It's not just because I didn't feel pain anymore, not because I didn't feel… — Elizabeth Smart Copy Share Image
Sorrow itself is not so hard to bear As the thought of sorrow coming. Airy ghosts, That work no harm, do terrify… — Thomas Bailey Aldrich Copy Share Image
The peace of Manderley. The quietude and the grace. Whoever lived within its walls, whatever trouble there was and strife, however much… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
At that moment I remembered something Cal had told me: that there is beauty in darkness in everything. Sorrow in joy, life… — Cate Tiernan Copy Share Image
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“The beauty in our beliefs causes us to let our grassy goals and dreams take root, for sorrow gives seed to success,… — Kayla Severson Copy Share Image
Many [hooligans] discover to their shame that they have scruples; they have roots and, greatest disadvantage of all, they have hope. The… — Quentin Crisp Copy Share Image
“Free yourself from the poisonous and laborious burden of holding a grudge. When you hold a grudge, you want someone else's sorrow… — Steve Maraboli Copy Share Image
“The sensation—it’s not sorrow, but something deeper—of being broken. Of being crushed so often, and so hatefully, that emotion becomes something you… — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
Born to an age where horror has become commonplace, where tragedy has, by its monotonous repetition, become a parody of sorrow, we… — Thomas Boswell Copy Share Image
“If ever sorrow and suffering set their profaning marks on the youth and beauty of Miss Fairlie’s face, then, and then only,… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
It is important to me that everybody who has been hurt know that the sorrow I feel is genuine: First and most… — William J. Clinton Copy Share Image
“A pedant who beheld Solon weeping for the death of a son said to him, ‘Why do you weep thus, if weeping… — Miguel de Unamuno Copy Share Image