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Some well-meaning Christians tremble for their salvation, because they have never gone through that valley of tears and of sorrow, which they have been taught to consider as an ordeal that must be passed through before they can arrive at regeneration. To satisfy such minds, it may be observed, that the slightest sorrow for sin is sufficient, if it produce amendment, and that the greatest is insufficient, if it do not.

Some words were like that. Whole lives attached to them. Ghosts and lives and ecstasy and sorrow.

Songs are so all-encompassing; they're the joys and sorrows and pacing of life.

Sorrow and scarlet leaf, Sad thoughts and sunny weather. Ah me, this glory and this grief Agree not well together!

Sorrow can be a bully.

Sorrow does not take away, but adds to the Christian's joy.

Sorrow is like the ocean and sometimes I wish my heart would stop.

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.

Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.

Sorrow is not sickness-unless it becomes a permanent state of mental ill-health. The point is there are indeed stages of grief, as all the therapists tell us, but they do not obey some great unseen timetable.

Sorrow is only one of the lower notes in the oratorio of our blessedness.

Sorrow makes an ugly face odious.

Sorrow shatters my heart; And men distress it with blame, Because it follows love.

Sorrow you can hold, however desolating, if nobody speaks to you. If they speak, you break down.

Sorrow burns up a great amount of shallowness.

Sorrow has the fortunate peculiarity that it preys upon itself. It dies of starvation. Since it is essentially an interruption of habits, it can be replaced by new habits. Constituting, as it does, a void, it is soon filled up by a real horror vacuum.

sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it

Sorrow is one of the vibrations that prove the fact of living.

Sorrow itself is not so hard to bear As the thought of sorrow coming. Airy ghosts, That work no harm, do terrify us more Than men in steel with bloody purposes. Death is not dreadful; 'tis the dread of death— We die whene'er we think of it!

Sorrow makes for sincerity, I think.

Sorrows cannot all be explained away in a life truly lived, grief and loss accumulate like possessions.

Sorrow and solitude, these are the precious things/ And the only words that are worth remembering.

Sorrow, anger and resentment look back, worry looks around, while faith, hope, and optimism look to the future.

Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall—the blind belief in fate, the whole "things happening for a reason" drill.

Sorrow has a name, and its name is loneliness. Sorrow has a shape, and its shape is absence. Sorrow is a sickness like any other.

Sorrow has its reward. It never leaves us where it found us.

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.

Sorrow is the great idealizer.

Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow.

Sorrows are our best educator. A man can see further through a tear than a telescope.

Sorrow, terror, anguish, despair itself are often the chosen expressions of an approximation to the highest good. Our sympathy in tragic fiction depends on this principle; tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain. This is the source also of the melancholy which is inseparable from the sweetest melody. The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.

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

Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.

Sorrow spoken lends a little courage to the speaker.

Sorrows humanize our race; tears are the showers that fertilize the world.

Sorrow was made for man, not for beasts; yet if men encourage melancholy too much, they become no better than beasts.

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.

Stephen had just come from a class discussion in which several students believed that the right cup of herbal tea would save them from pain and sorrow. Well acquainted with pain and sorrow, Stephen did not contribute to the discussion. He merely crossed these idiots off his list of possible friends.

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. ~Song of the Sparrow

Strength, strength it is that we want so much in this life, for what we call sin and sorrow have all one cause, and that is our weakness. With weakness comes ignorance, and with ignorance comes misery.

Structural linguistics is a bitterly divided and unhappy profession, and a large number of its practitioners spend many nights drowning their sorrows in Ouisghian Zodahs.

Sulky labor, and the labor of sorrow are little worth: if you could only shed tranquility over the conscience and infuse joy into the soul, you would do more to make the man a thorough worker than if you could lend him the force of Hercules, or the hundred arms of Briareus.

Take a journey into the things which you are carrying, the known- not into the unknown-into what you already know: your pleasures, your delights, your despairs, your sorrows. Take a journey into that, that is all you have.

Suffering itself is beloved: love and suffering are far closer to each other than love and pleasure.

Surely it is not true blessedness to be free of sorrow while there is sorrow and sin in the world. Sorrow is a part of love and love does not seek to throw it off.

Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose.

Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.

Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair.

Tears are often to be found where there is little sorrow, and the deepest sorrow without any tears.