sorrow

For the one who __njoys_ (worldly) happiness, there will come a time for him to endure sorrow.

To fall in love with pain is to fall in love with art.

Cry when you must. It relieves the soul of all pain.

When sighs are hypnotized by sorrowHappy moments you need to borrowFrom a little child or from a birdWho has the wild freedom of soul: stirred!

Sorrow has a great refining influence on our sacred souls.

a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet,when my soul isheavy with sorrow.

The soul knows its sorrow.

As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.

Suiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?''Oh, rather!''What do you do about it?''I generally take a couple of cocktails.

Every time I go look for God amidst sorrow, I always find Jesus at the cross, in death and resurrection. This is our God.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

O what a blessed day that will be when I shall . . . stand on the shore and look back on the raging seas I have safely passed; when I shall review my pains and sorrows, my fears and tears, and possess the glory which was the end of all!

Move slowly and the day of your revenge will come," Tuek said. "Speed is a device of Shaitan. Cool your sorrow__e__e the diversions for it; three things there are that ease the heart__ater, green grass, and the beauty of woman.

She was a tragic beauty. Sadness had left its fingerprints all over her face.

She dove, plunging fully beneath the surface and came up again in tears. Rivulets ran from her face, and the sun ignited them each, transforming them, even amid her sorrow, into gilded runnels set with a diamond shine.

The most beautiful things often stand alone.

She had never looked as well. She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering.

She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.