The greater are our affections the deeper are our afflictions, and the more we love the more we have to weep.

True repentance begins with KNOWLEDGE of sin. It goes on to work SORROW for sin. It leads to CONFESSION of sin before God. It shows itself before a person by a thorough BREAKING OFF from sin. It results in producing a DEEP HATRED for all sin.

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

True repentance includes sorrow for sin and contrition of heart. It breaks the heart with sighs and sobs and groans.

If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape a hundred days of sorrow

The worst sorrows in life are not in its losses and misfortunes, but its fears

Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of good wine

What else does anxiety about the future bring you but sorrow upon sorrow

For me, prayer is an upward leap of the heart, an untroubled glance towards heaven, a cry of gratitude and love which I utter from the depths of sorrow as well as from the heights of joy.

Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it.
Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens,
that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook
your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.

When we walk like (we are rushing), we print anxiety and sorrow on the earth. We have to walk in a way that we only print peace and serenity on the earth… Be aware of the contact between your feet and the earth. Walk as if you are kissing the earth with your feet

One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.

Yet there be certain times in a young man’s life, when, through great sorrow or sin, all the boy in him is burnt and seared away so that he passes at one step to the more sorrowful state of manhood.

I want to lead the Victorian life, surrounded by exquisite clutter.

Is freedom anything else than the power of living as we choose? Nothing else. Tell me then, you men, do you wish to live in error? We do not. No one who lives in error is free. Do you wish to live in fear? Do you wish to live in sorrow? Do you wish to live in tension? By no means. No one who is in a state of fear or sorrow or tension is free, but whoever is delivered from sorrows or fears or anxieties, he is at the same time also delivered from servitude.

My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

People were always sorry. Sorry they had done what they had done, sorry they were doing what they were doing, sorry they were going to do what they were going to do; but they still did whatever it is. The sorrow never stopped them; it just made them feel better. And so the sorrow never stopped.

Sorrow seems more general than it did.

If you know someone who tries to drown their sorrows, you might tell them sorrows know how to swim.

I feel that books, just like people, have a destiny. Some invite sorrow, others joy, some both.

Most people think that shadows follow, precede or surround beings or objects. The truth is that they also surround words, ideas, desires, deeds, impulses and memories.

I’ll take one shot for my pain One drag for my sorrow Get messed up today I’ll be ok tomorrow

Happiness isn’t something that depends on our surroundings… It’s something we make inside ourselves.

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength. it does not enable us to escape evil. It makes us unfit to face evil when it comes. it is the interest you pay on trouble before it comes.

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow. It empties today of its strength.

Nothing good ever comes from worrying or sitting there feeling sorry for yourself… Keep positive and keep pushing on and things will turn good.

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up.

Even if loving meant leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love was worth every penny of its price.

Drink because you are happy, but never because you are miserable.

Optimism that does not count the cost is like a house builded on sand. A man must understand evil and be acquainted with sorrow before he can write himself an optimist and expect others to believe that he has reason for the faith that is in him.

New sorrows teach new courage. Time makes the bitterest pain to ‘blossom like Aaron’s rod with flowers.

A life that is burdened with expectations is a heavy life. Its fruit is sorrow and disappointment.

I’m sorry, man, but I’ve got magic. I’ve got poetry in my fingertips. Most of the time – and this includes naps – I’m an F-18, bro. And I will destroy you in the air. I will deploy my ordinance to the ground.

This sorrow weighs upon the melancholy souls of those who lived without infamy or praise.

There is no greater sorrow then to recall our times of joy in wretchedness.

No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

We might as well preach to stone walls as preach to humanity unless the Holy Ghost be with the word, to give it power to convert the soul.

Let eloquence be flung to the dogs rather than souls be lost. What we want is to win souls. They are not won by flowery speeches.

Our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.

There is prodigious strength in sorrow and despair.

It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that while there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humour.

I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.

Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.

My childhood was full of deep sorrows – colic, whooping-cough, dread of ghosts, hell, Satan, and a Deity in the sky who was angry when I ate too much plumcake.

Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.

And next the darke night is the glad morrow, / And also joy is next the end of sorrow.

In a moment all the heavy sorrow and misery which sleep had banished were upon him again, and he realized that he was no longer a petted prince in a palace, with the adoring eyes of a nation upon him, but a pauper, an outcast, clothed in rags, prisoner in a den fit only for beasts, and consorting with beggars and thieves.

Our triumph over sorrow is not that we can avoid it but that we can endure it. And therein lies our hope; that in spirit we might become bigger than the problems we face.

There is no more ridiculous custom than the one that makes you express sympathy once and for all on a given day to a person whose sorrow will endure as long as his life.

Because happiness alone is good for the body; whereas sorrow develops the strength of the mind.

In most women’s lives, everything, even the greatest sorrow, comes down to a question of ‘I haven’t got a thing to wear’.

When you are so full of sorrow
that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore,
think about the green foliage that sparkles after
the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when
you hope a final night will cover the world,
think about the awakening of a young child.

We were caught in a vicious circle of unpleasantness and sorrow. Not a very happy period for either us, but at least it’s coming to an end.

I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy, golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it’s come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art

The Uses Of Sorrow (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.

Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.

Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.

You can’t be disturbed by anything. There’s no emotion involved. You can’t feel sorrow, you can’t feel pity, there’s nothing you feel. The job has to be done.