sorrow

He held out his arms and I ran to embrace him. It wasn__ that I couldn__ feel my sorrows anymore, it was as if they were never there. I felt safe, and loved. There were no words exchanged, we just held each other.

Sorrow is specific. Sorrow is vibrational. Sorrow is the state of depressed dimensional fields in and around the heart region. So actually, what is being said here is that there comes a time when an individual cannot love enough to transmute certain experience. Certain experiences are so challenging that the individual__ heart region depresses. If one can transmute shocks to the heart, and regain or hold heart balance, then one understands the __athematics of sorrow_ at that dimensional spectrum.

I don__ understand hospital chaplains that try to rob my patients of their anger. Sometimes anger is a key motivator that gets people to take action. Anger can push a cancer patient to jump out of his hospital bed, walk down to the nurses station and scream, __ am getting the hell out of here!_. There is a misconception that God is simply sweet and passive. Actually, God can be quite cunning, manipulative and relentless with his children. What we consider as negative traits are actually helpful in molding us. He will use a negative emotion if needed to push people to do things that will change them for the better. He will allow people or situations to derail us if there is a chance that those interactions will push us forward. Personally, I don__ want a God that is going to send some church member to my deathbed with a plate of cookies and tell me to have faith. Actually, I rather have a God that screams, __et the hell off your ass, stop feeling sorry for yourself. Walk down the hall with that Physical Therapist so you can get on with your life!" A little anger in a person can push them to do amazing things.

...there was no point in sighing after what I could not have. It only distracted me from what I did have.

I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas,how many yearning thoughts, what great desire,have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?

The saddest sorrow is to desire death while you have life.

My confidence is in the idea that I may be wrong on this or that. No man in this life should ever have to bear the burden of perfection.

When someone you love says goodbye you can stare long and hard at the door they closed and forget to see all the doors God has open in front of you.

All suffering has an end, David, if only you wait long enough. Sorrow has its life like people. Sorrow is born and lives and dies. And when it's dead and gone, someone's left behind to remember it. Exactly like people.

If ever sorrow and suffering set their profaning marks on the youth and beauty of Miss Fairlie__ face, then, and then only, Anne Catherick and she would be the twin-sisters of chance resemblance, the living reflections of one another.

I understand you.__ou do not suppose that I have ever felt much.__or four months, Marianne, I have had all this hanging on my mind, without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature; knowing that it would make you and my mother most unhappy whenever it were explained to you, yet unable to prepare you for it in the least._ It was told me,__t was in a manner forced on me by the very person herself, whose prior engagement ruined all my prospects; and told me, as I thought, with triumph._ This person's suspicions, therefore, I have had to oppose, by endeavouring to appear indifferent where I have been most deeply interested;__nd it has not been only once;__ have had her hopes and exultation to listen to again and again._ I have known myself to be divided from Edward for ever, without hearing one circumstance that could make me less desire the connection.__othing has proved him unworthy; nor has anything declared him indifferent to me._ I have had to contend against the unkindness of his sister, and the insolence of his mother; and have suffered the punishment of an attachment, without enjoying its advantages._ And all this has been going on at a time, when, as you know too well, it has not been my only unhappiness._ If you can think me capable of ever feeling__urely you may suppose that I have suffered NOW. The composure of mind with which I have brought myself at present to consider the matter, the consolation that I have been willing to admit, have been the effect of constant and painful exertion;__hey did not spring up of themselves;__hey did not occur to relieve my spirits at first._ No, Marianne.__HEN, if I had not been bound to silence, perhaps nothing could have kept me entirely__ot even what I owed to my dearest friends__rom openly shewing that I was VERY unhappy.

Mankind, in all his lusts, punishes himself. The gods have to do very little.

She knew as well as anyone that the world could be a place of trial and sorrow, that there was injustice and suffering and heartlessness - there was enough of all that to fill the great Kalahari twice over, but what good did it do to ponder that and that alone? None, she thought.

Self-deception and vanity are grievous sin. The ego is the cause of all human suffering. We suffer from life only when we fail to examine the cause of our sorrow. Letting go of destructive illusions and freeing oneself from egotism of self-pity enables a person to sense the rich intertexture of their inner world, which is the only facet of reality that we exercise exclusive dominion and control.

The world we inhabit is one where children feel sorrow long before they have the words to express it.

When the Buddha declares there is escape from sorrow, the escape is Nirvana, which is not a place, like heaven, but a psychological state of mind in which you are are released from desire and fear. And your life becomes harmonious, centered and affirmative. Even with suffering. The Buddhists speak of the bodhisattva - the one who knows immortality, yet voluntarily enters into the field of the fragmentation of time and participates willingly and joyfully in the sorrows of the world.

But we who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments. We have nothing else to think of. Suffering _ curious as it may sound to you _ is the means by which we exist, because it is the only means by which we become conscious of existing; and the remembrance of suffering in the past is necessary to us as the warrant, the evidence, of our continued identity.

Let me have a faithful account of all that concerns you; I would know everything, be it ever so unfortunate. Perhaps by mingling my sighs with yours I may make your sufferings less, for it is said that all sorrows divided are made lighter.