We tell our triumphs to the crowds but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.

The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.

The rose and the thorn and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

Can I see another's woe and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief and not seek for kind relief?

In this world full often our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows but we can choose to live in joy.

Make the most of your regrets never smother your sorrow but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

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.

Mankind is like dogs not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.

To me the blues is an infection. I don't think it's necessarily a melancholy thing the blues can be really positive and I think I think anyone and everyone can have a place for the blues. It need not always a woeful sorrowful thing. It's more reflective it reminds you to feel.

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.

There is one type of ideal woman very seldom described in poetry - the old maid the woman whom sorrow or misfortune prevents from fulfilling her natural destiny.

Patience is sorrow's salve.

Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains but like them they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.

But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.

Under the pressure of the cares and sorrows of our mortal condition men have at all times and in all countries called in some physical aid to their moral consolations - wine beer opium brandy or tobacco.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

The cure for all the ills and wrongs the cares the sorrows and the crimes of humanity all lie in the one word 'love'. It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.

Every life has a measure of sorrow and sometimes this is what awakens us.

Man is subject to innumerable pains and sorrows by the very condition of humanity and yet as if nature had not sown evils enough in life we are continually adding grief to grief and aggravating the common calamity by our cruel treatment of one another.

Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them - that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.

Sorrow is knowledge those that know the most must mourn the deepest the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

I apologize for being obvious but every time I watch the curtain come down on even a halfway decent production of a Shakespeare play I feel a little sorrowful that I'll never know the man or any man of such warm intelligence.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us in joy we face the storm and defy it.

The secret source of humor is not joy but sorrow there is no humor in Heaven.

Everything human is pathetic. The secret source of humor itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven.

He that loves not his wife and children feeds a lioness at home and broods a nest of sorrows.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

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.