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Your greatest highs come from overcoming your greatest lows.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. 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.

Your selfishness is the cause of your sorrows.

Your sorrow will become smaller, like a star in the daylight that you can't even see. It's there, shining, but there is also a vast expanse of blue sky.

Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.

Your sorrow is your sorrow.

You will be a great queen when you come back, you know. And someday you'll love me the way you love your wolf.

Above all, in my anger, I was sad. Isn't that always the way, that at the heart of the fire is a frozen kernel of sorrow that the fire is trying -- valiantly, fruitlessly -- to eradicate.

Abruptness is an eloquence in parting, when spinning out the time is but the weaving of new sorrow.

Above all things let us never forget that mankind constitutes one great brotherhood; all born to encounter suffering and sorrow, and therefore bound to sympathize with each other.

Acedia is sorrow so complete that the flesh pervails completely over the spirit. You don't just turn your back on the world, you turn your back on God. You don't care, and you don't care that you don't care.

A cheerful demeanor makes brighter the day; as the sun, chasing darkness and sorrow away.

A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast Sorrow was there The sweet cheat gone.

A drunkard is the annoyance of modesty, the trouble of civility, the spoil of wealth, the distraction of reason. He is the brewer's agent, the tavern and alehouse benefactor, the beggar's companion, the constable's trouble, his wife's woe, his children's sorrow, his neighbours scoff, his own shame.

A fellow gets to thinking. About all the sorrow and afflictions in this world; how it's liable to strike anywhere, like lightning.

Affliction is a mother, Whose painful throes yield many sons, Each fairer than the other.

Affliction has a sting, out withal a wing: sorrow shall fly away.

Affliction may be lasting, but it is not everlasting. Affliction was a sting, but withal a wing: sorrow shall soon fly away.

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.

After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.

After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed, and mourning over tragedies that were not my own. Music always seems to me to produce that effect. It creates for one a past of which one has been ignorant, and fills one with a sense of sorrows that have been hidden from one’s tears.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

A life that is burdened with expectations is a heavy life. Its fruit is sorrow and disappointment.

All a person does in a moment of suffering is to suffer. There is not room for anything else.

A little artist has all the tragic unhappiness and the sorrows of a great artist and he is not a great artist.

All beauty must have its imperfections, all happiness its share of sorrow.

All anger feels like righteous anger; sorrow does not care whether it is righteous or not.

"All is passing". When one realises this, he sits loose to this world of sorrow : This is the way of purity.

All is fish that comes to the literary net. Goethe puts his joys and sorrows into poems, I turn my adventures into bread and butter.

All societies are evil, sorrowful, inequitable; and so they will always be. So if you really want to help this world, what you will have to teach is how to live in it. And that no one can do who has not himself learned how to live in it in the joyful sorrow and sorrowful joy of the knowledge of life as it is.

All my life I still have found, and I will forget it never; Every sorrow hath its bound, and no cross endures forever.

All sorrows are less with bread.

All sorrow has its root in man's inability to sit quiet in a room by himself.

All sorrows can be borne if you can put them into a story.

All the sorrow, all the bitterness, all the sadness, I forget them and ignore them in the joy of working.

All the emotions have something in common. People are quite aware of the sorrow there always is in lust, but they are not so aware of the lust there is in sorrow.

Amidst sorrows, the only thing that enlivens us is optimistic faith. Never lose that faith.

A man's sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep.

A mind unruffled by the vagaries of fortune, from sorrow freed, from defilements cleansed, from fear liberated - this is the greatest blessing.

A mother's sorrow is more true, honorable, and beautiful than the detachment of the sage.

And I kissed away a thousand tears My lady of the Various Sorrows Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen Some kept safe for tomorrow.

And if there's love, you can do without happiness too. Even with sorrow, life is sweet.

. And it is youth who must inherit the tribulation, the sorrow and the triumphs that are the aftermath of war.

An adolescent is somebody who is in between things. A teenager is somebody who's kind of permanently there. And so living with them through the various teenage hopes and sorrows and joys was curiously enough a maturing experience for me.

And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.

And he who has dwelt with his heart alone, Hears all the music in friendship's tone. So better and better I comprehend How sorrow ever would be our friend.

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

And there you are on the shore, fitful and thoughtful, trying to attach them to an idea — some news of your own life. But the lilies are slippery and wild—they are devoid of meaning, they are simply doing, from the deepest spurs of their being, what they are impelled to do every summer. And so, dear sorrow, are you.

And this is the way a novel gets written, in ignorance, fear, sorrow, madness, and a kind of psychotic happiness as an incubator for the wonders being born.

Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.