sorrow

The poor and the busy have no leisure for sentimental sorrow.

Only one-fourth of the sorrow in each man's life is caused by outside uncontrollable elements the rest is self-imposed by failing to analyze and act with calmness.

When sorrows come they come not as single spies But in battalions!

About suffering they were never wrong The Old Masters How well they understood Its human position how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along.

Men who are unhappy like men who sleep badly are always proud of the fact.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds - in the distance they look black over our heads scarcely gray.

There are few sorrows however poignant in which a good income is of no avail.

Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed Loving the storm that sways her - I found more joy in sorrow Than you could find in joy.

The busy have no time for tears.

The deeper the sorrow the less tongue it hath.

I'll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you've broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up

we met one strange summerin a regular tangle of sticky websyou had the air of angels sweet but I--drowned with the damned spiritsin lava oceans fearing your--foreign static frequency and grey-green eyes(I swear they are even if you--think otherwise): stormscalm ones, calmer than my--raging coals, empty and deadyou speak of souls like you believealways an optimist in pessimisticskin of ivory and titanium mesh...

It__ not that we have to quit this life one day, but it__ how many things we have to quit all at once: music, laughter,the physics of falling leaves, automobiles, holding hands,the scent of rain, the concept of subway trains... if only one could leave this life slowly!

By extending love and comfort to the broken places around us, we keep watch with Jesus in his sorrow.

No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude and humility. All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God . . . and it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire and which will make us more like our Father and Mother in heaven.

Isn__ it time that these most ancient sorrows of ours grew fruitful? Time that we tenderly loosed ourselves from the loved one, and, unsteadily, survived: the way the arrow, suddenly all vector, survives the string to be more than itself. For abiding is nowhere.