sorrow

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.What are brief? today and tomorrow.What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.What are deep? the ocean and truth.

Cursed the crown that brought such grief to me

No amount of speed could break me of this darkness... The sorrow is ever clinging to me.

They'll say you are bador perhaps you are mador at least you should stay undercover.Your mind must be bareif you would dareto think you can love more than one lover.

My wails of sorroware tormenting my soul

When there is too much sorrow in your heart, true compassion gets its ways out of it. Don__ make a will over your sorrow, nobody needs to inherit it!

When a society begins to lack men that, that they stand up against the collapse of equity in their land that is the kind of thing that brings sorrow to the heart of our King

When men allow other people to ridicule, laugh and jeer at the truth, that cannot but bring sorrow to the heart of God

If you lock the door on sorrow,how will it leave your heart?

Coming back to life' is perhaps the toughest battle we keep fighting forever. U never know when will ur life throw u down from Zenith to Nadir and then the journey restarts again...

Love hides in all sorts of places, in the most sorrowful corner of your heart, in the darkest and most hopeless situation

This is the last moment of contentment untainted by sorrow, when the brain hesitates before delivering the message to the heart that it knows it must.

The heart knoweth its own sorrow and there are times when, like David, it is comforting to think that our tears are put in a bottle and not one of them forgotten by the one who leads us in paths of sorrow.

Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.

No one ever told me how sorrow traumatizes your heart, making you think it will never beat exactly the same way again. No one ever told me how grief feels like a wet sock in my mouth. One I__ forced to breathe through, thinking that with each breath I__l come up short and suffocate.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Often we agree to shady but attractive propositions and as a result we have sorrow