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
There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“We kept walking, our shadows moving in shifting blobs over the ground. The sound of river rocks rattled under our feet. We… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I thought then that we would all die in the darkness and solitude. I thought that an executioner would come for us… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
Prosperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common in fibre, but sorrow is the most sensitive of all created… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
And it was strange, I thought, that sorrow lasts and can make a man look forward to death, but the mood of… — V. S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free. — William Wetmore Story Copy Share Image
“I had always thought that sorrow was the most exhausting of the emotions. Now I knew that it was anger.” — Helen Garner Copy Share Image
