sorrow

So difficult is it for us to know, with the dead as with the living, whether a thing would cause them joy or sorrow!

To be afraid of sorrow is to be afraid of joy also.

A tiding of magpies: One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told

how can i everbreathe normally againafter having been cradledby the kind of sorrowso silent, that it nourishesafter having been sweptby the kind of joyso absolute, that it wounds.

The truth is,_ replied Dantes, __hat I am too happy for noisy mirth; ...joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.

Are we not all books waiting for someone to pick us up and read the pages that people missed?

In the deep places he gives thought to music great and terrible; and the echo of that music runs through all the veins of the world in sorrow and in joy; for if joyful is the fountain that rises in the sun, its springs are in the wells of sorrow unfathomed at the foundations of the Earth.

Accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Any lack of joy in the world is the result of disobedience.

I cannot detain Love, holding him captive so that he may never break my heart. No more than I can stick Guilt in a pot so that I may boil him until all of my sins are vaporized, rising alongside the screaming steam. I cannot hold Sorrow in my arms and rock him to a fit and endless sleep. Nor can I search for Joy and effortlessly find him beneath the pink-dusted sky of late afternoon, where he waits for me with open arms.

And in myself, too, many things have perished which, I imagined, would last for ever, and new structures have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are difficult of comprehension.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall our time of joy in wretchedness.

In your winter you deny your spring,

A good mother does not live only for her children. She always has some bond with other mothers, no matter what class, nationality or race they may be. All mothers have the same joys, the same sorrows, the same anxieties. All mothers think first of their child and of children.

Suddenly he knew joy and sorrow felted into one fabric. Courage and fear were one thing too.

Bitterness gives ill-health and waste life.

Discomfort: the valley between the body and the soul. Comfort: the bridge between the body and the soul

Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, -mocking And sweet.