Words matter. These are the best Sorrow Quotes from famous people such as Frank Luntz, Jan Karon, Dorothea Dix, Simone Weil, Elizabeth McCracken, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
There are people still in the Republican Party that I believe practice the communication of anger, of disappointment, of regret, of pain, of sorrow, of suffering. That’s not what the American people want to hear.
There’s nothing trite about being consoled in a world that does everything in its power to deliver sorrow.
I was early taught by sorrow to shed tears, and now when sudden joy lights up, or any unexpected sorrow strikes my heart, I find it difficult to repress the full and swelling tide of feeling.
With no matter what human being, taken individually, I always find reasons for concluding that sorrow and misfortune do not suit him; either because he seems too mediocre for anything so great, or, on the contrary, too precious to be destroyed.
In general, I think people are worried about saying the wrong thing to any grieving person. On a very basic level, I think they’re frightened of touching off tears or sorrow, as though someone tearing up at the mention of unhappy news would be the mentioner’s fault.
No one can ever prepare a parent for two things: the immeasurable love that comes with having a child; and the sorrow and confusion that comes when your child appears to learn in a different way from other children.
I don’t think any of us could predict Trump. Trump is the stuff of nightmares. But in talking to people, I knew there was a tremendous level of disaffection and anger and sorrow. I know people felt misrepresented and voiceless.
Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.
The time to read is any time: no apparatus, no appointment of time and place, is necessary. It is the only art which can be practiced at any hour of the day or night, whenever the time and inclination comes, that is your time for reading; in joy or sorrow, health or illness.
When you first hear Mozart’s music, your first impression is that it’s very alive, but if you peel away the layers, you can hear sorrow and sadness behind it, and that’s what I try to be: multi-layered.
In ‘The Girl Who Chased Away Sorrow,’ part of the ‘Dear America’ series, I took my childhood bravery and stubbornness and put that at the core of the Navajo girl, Sarah Nita. It helped me to identify with her survival and to write about her courageous journey and that of her people.
Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.
When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love.
So that godly sorrow may be discerned by this train of graces wherewith it is accompanied, that worldly sorrow wants, at least in the truth of them, though it may have some shadows of them.
Everything human is pathetic. The secret source of humor itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven.
People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.
My every action is to liberate God from his sorrow.
Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows.
Sorrow ages you prematurely. When you’re in emotional debt, you’re pessimistic about the future and, even in your green years, long to return to the past to remedy the shortfalls of love and opportunity you suffered.
‘Grace’ is basically a death prayer. Not something of sorrow, but of just casting away any fear of death. No relief will come – you really just have to stew in your life until it’s time to go. But sometimes, somebody else’s faith in you can do wonders.
‘Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
He that raises a large family does, indeed, while he lives to observe them, stand a broader mark for sorrow; but then he stands a broader mark for pleasure too.
What else does anxiety about the future bring you but sorrow upon sorrow?
Everybody has some sorrow, worry, and everybody asks God for help.
It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.
Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?
When you celebrate, it’s something that happens as a group. But when you mourn, sorrow is something that you handle as an individual.
In the West we are constantly hit with music of Middle Eastern descent signifying terror, intrigue or sorrow.
We turned the switch, saw the flashes, watched for ten minutes, then switched everything off and went home. That night I knew the world was headed for sorrow.
With each character in a movie, I’m looking for a human being. I’m looking for a person. And to me, I’m looking for a person that’s full of strengths and weaknesses, a person that’s full of successes and failures, a person that’s full of joy and sorrow. I’m interested in people that are human beings that are alive.
I thought of my father and felt a deep sorrow that he should no longer be alive, and that I could not go to him and tell him that I had been awarded the Nobel Prize. I knew that no one would have been happier than he to hear this.
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, no winter in thy year.
We may not only find faith in God in our sorrow. We may also become faithful to Him in times of calm.
Since knowledge is but sorrow’s spy, It is not safe to know.
Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
I suppose I’m interested in sorrow, which is very different from depression or despair. Sorrow is continuous with the world; it allows for creativity.
Go, forget me – why should sorrow, O’er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me – and tomorrow, brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile – though I shall not be near thee; Sing – though I shall never hear thee.
How can we love days that are filled with sorrow? We can’t – at least not in the moment.
During my days of deepest grief, in all of my shock, sorrow and struggle, I sat at the feet of God. I literally spent hours each day reading God’s word, meditating on scripture and praying. I intentionally spent a significant amount of time being still before God.
National partition is a sorrow that touches all Koreans, but for me it is brought to the fore by unimaginable personal suffering.
Partying is such sweet sorrow.
When a loved one disappears, you continue to live with the accompaniment of that person. One has to find a balance between joy and sorrow.
I want to sit in my own sorrow, cry it out, talk to God, and say, ‘Give me strength, wisdom.’
The foolish man conceives the idea of ‘self.’ The wise man sees there is no ground on which to build the idea of ‘self;’ thus, he has a right conception of the world and well concludes that all compounds amassed by sorrow will be dissolved again, but the truth will remain.
Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.
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.
I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.
A ship’s engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew’s magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine; our life has a sister ship, following quietly another route. While the sun blazes behind the islands.
I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands.
I have never had a current state of mind. My mind changes a great deal. I am very affected by any sorrow or sad thing, and I am very affected by joy and beauty.
Any mind that is capable of real sorrow is capable of good.
Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine.
Only where there is sentient life can there be feelings of pleasure and pain, sorrow or joy.
The saloon is a liar. It promises good cheer and sends sorrow.
A propensity to hope and joy is real riches; one to fear and sorrow real poverty.
Let us remember that sorrow alone is the creator of great things.
Every life has a measure of sorrow, and sometimes this is what awakens us.
In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for; as for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican.
I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.
However, without considering this connection, there is no doubt but that more good than evil, more delight than sorrow, arises from compassion itself; there being so many things which balance the sorrow of it.
As much sorrow and grief as came from 9/11, there have also come positives.
I think it’s okay to talk about grief and sorrow. Especially for women, when you lose a child or have a miscarriage, it’s good to talk about it, as a lot of people don’t want you to speak about those things. It makes people sad, but sometimes you’ve got to.